Serena looked down at the food in front of her, a beautiful spread of dishes made by her brother’s chef, and felt nothing but frustration. Everything looked perfect—the warm bread, colorful salads, and rich soups—but none of it appealed to her. She couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was missing, sothing she really wanted but couldn’t rember.
The harder she tried to figure it out, the more annoyed she beca. What was it? Why couldn’t she rember? The craving sat heavy in her chest, making her stomach twist with unease. She hated the feeling, hated how it ruined what should have been an enjoyable al.
With a deep sigh, she pushed her chair back and stood. The sound of the chair scraping against the floor made her wince, but she didn’t care. One last glance at the table made her feel even more unsettled. She wasn’t sure why, but it felt wrong, like she was supposed to enjoy this and couldn’t.
Her hands clenched at her sides as she walked away, leaving the perfect al untouched. Sothing wasn’t right, and she had no idea what to do about it.
But as she would have walked back to her room, she could not help but rub her stomach. She was hungry. And she hated staying hungry. Finally, she turned around and made her way to the kitchen. Well, she would definitely eat sothing. No point in starving herself just because she was not liking sothing.
The kitchen felt foreign to her. And not just because she did not have her mories. She didn’t think she was a very good cook or sothing. In fact, she highly doubted it. And so, she stood there, staring at the chef and the helpers in the kitchen who were staring back at her.
Finally, after what felt like a showdown, almost, the chef stepped forward and asked her,"Miss Serena. Do you need sothing? You should have just called for it... instead of coming here all the way."
Serena smiled at the man. "I...I don’t really know what I want to eat. So, I ca here looking for ideas... Umm... do you have..." Since she could not think of what she wanted, she looked around and finally settled on...’ bread?"
The chef nodded and hurriedly passed two slices of bread to her. As if a light had been flipped off in her head, she rattled off the ingredients to make a sandwich and then proceeded to make it.
A few minutes later, all the ingredients had been set but as she stood there, she could not help but frown. Sothing was still missing. She looked around the kitchen once again and suddenly grinned, pointing at sothing.
"Can you slice the pineapple for ? Thin slices, please."
The chef hesitated, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. "You want to add pineapple to the sandwich?"
"Yes."
The chef stared at her as if she had lost her mind. And maybe she had because adding the pineapple to this sandwich of veggies made perfect sense to her.
The sweet, tangy aroma of the fruit filled the kitchen, and Serena’s frown deepened. Sothing about the scent was... familiar. Comforting, even. She couldn’t quite place why, but it eased the frustration in her chest just a little.
When the chef handed her the slices, Serena carefully layered them onto the sandwich. The bread, the cheese, the lettuce and mixed vegetables, and now the pineapple—it was an odd combination, but as she looked at it, she felt a strange sense of satisfaction. She pressed the sandwich closed, then picked it up with both hands.
The chef stood back, arms crossed, his expression a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. "Never seen anyone make a sandwich like that before," he remarked.
Serena ignored him, taking a hesitant bite. The flavors hit her all at once: the softness of the bread, the savory cheesey vegetables and the unexpected sweetness of the pineapple. It shouldn’t have worked, but sohow... it did. The craving that had been gnawing at her began to fade, replaced by a small, quiet satisfaction.
She chewed slowly, thoughtfully, then took another bite, more confident this ti. For the first ti in hours, the knot in her stomach loosened. She didn’t know why this strange sandwich had been what she needed, but she didn’t question it. All that mattered was that the frustration was gone, at least for now.
As Serena continued eating the sandwich, she felt her eyes begin to sting. Before she could fully process what was happening, tears welled up and rolled down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand, confused by the sudden emotional outburst. This wasn’t how she expected to react, especially over a sandwich. This was... interesting.
She was distracted by the chef as he asked her," Does it taste good?" She wiped her tears and nodded," It is good."
The chef shook his head slowly, a small smile forming on his lips. "I would never have thought sothing like this could taste so... satisfying."
She laughed softly, the sound light and almost hesitant. "I thought the sa thing when he first made try it. I was sure he was doing so sort of a weird experint on ." she said, taking another bite.
The chef raised an eyebrow. "I thought this was your recipe, miss. Who made you try it?"
Serena paused mid-bite, her smile fading for a brief mont. The question hung in the air as her mind struggled to find an answer. The mory danced at the edge of her thoughts, but it slipped away just as quickly as it had co.
"I don’t rember," she finally admitted, lowering her gaze. The confusion tightened in her chest again, but this ti, there was a flicker of sothing else- curiosity. Who had introduced her to sothing so odd?
The chef nodded thoughtfully, "Perhaps you’ll rember one day."
Serena gave a small, uncertain nod as she devoured the rest of the sandwich. "Maybe. For now, though, this helps."
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