January 3rd, 2026.
Slices of meat sizzled on the charcoal grill, sending wisps of fragrant white smoke into the air.
Zachary Conway placed a piece of tender, perfectly grilled meat onto Michelle Fuller's plate. "My grilling shouldn't be too bad. Give it a try."
The restaurant was so busy during the New Year's holiday that the servers couldn't keep up with grilling for the customers, so Zachary Conway had offered to do it himself.
After taking a bite, Michelle Fuller raised an eyebrow. "Hey, this is really good. Have you had practice?"
Zachary Conway replied, "I'm a decent cook."
"Impressive," Michelle Fuller said, giving him a thumbs-up.
She genuinely thought people who could cook were amazing.
Zachary Conway gave a bashful smile. "Honestly, I don't think being able to cook is that impressive."
"Then what do you consider impressive?"
"Being good at making money is what's impressive."
