Aravinda, the restaurant's secret weapon, isn't just a cook; he's an artist, a magician, crafting culinary masterpieces with his large, capable hands. But when the kitchen's empty, he indulges in a different kind of artistry. Aravinda's private pleasure is a glass of sake, a ritual he performs with the same dedication he reserves for his cooking. The cool liquid sloshes against the sides of the glass, echoing the rhythm of his heart, as he leans against the counter, his dark eyes reflecting the neon lights of the city outside.