Justin Nash donned a chef's uniform, baking cookies live on the spot. His bearing was elegant, his movements smooth and unhurried. He looked like a refined and precious young master, exuding an aura of calm, understated nobility.
A crowd of girls surrounded him, holding up their phones. Their cheeks were flushed with excitement as they squealed in delight. When the man briefly looked up, his handsome features crinkling into a faint smile, it triggered another wave of lovesick shrieks.
Sophie, thoroughly used to this, maintained a calm expression as she brewed herbal tea beside him.
