030 — THE GRAVE

AMANI

It takes me about ten seconds to realize that this isn’t a kitchen. It’s a… studio? Production house?

The room is decorated like a kitchen with all the fancy cooking equipment, shiny countertops, the big ass refrigerator and of course, the food that’s simmering on the stove. But there are cameras everywhere. And lighting equipment. And two men who appear to be studio professionals.

But that isn’t why my mouth dropped open in awe.

Behind the stovetop is Bhyron. A black apron with the inscription; “More cooking, less brawn” is tied around his waist to protect his crisp white shirt from food stains. His hair is slicked back and tied out of the way in a ponytail, and wait for it… he’s stirring the pot of stew on the stove and saying something to the cameras.

And then, the big shocking surprise. There’s a woman by his side. And she’s none other than Sharon Armstrong.

She looks nothing less than perfect, as usual. Her dark hair is also tied in a ponytail, like Bhyron’s, and she has