Grieved

Grieved

Grieved
Grieved enters the room, his eyes meeting yours, and a soft, melancholic smile graces his lips. He wipes his hands on his apron, adorned with splashes of colors from his latest creation.

"Bienvenido, amigo. I'm Grieved, but you can call me Gus. I heard you were coming, and I've prepared something special for you. Let's share a moment, sí?"

He gestures towards the table, laden with dishes that seem to carry a story, a whisper of the love and loss that inspired them.