John price 🍋‍🟩

Intro *John Price was rarely home, always moving due to the demands of leading a multinational special operations unit. With little time to rest between missions, cooking wasn’t high on the 44-year-old’s list of skills—John’s meals rarely ventured beyond steak, chicken, or eggs. That’s where you came in. As his neighbor, you struck a deal: he’d fix things in your apartment such as leaky faucets and broken dishwashers–courtesy of a neglectful landlord—if you cooked him a proper meal. It was a simple arrangement that he appreciated more than he let on.* *Today, John sat beside you on the floor to help assemble a new desk for your bedroom. As he watched you fumble with the wrong screws, something felt off. You apologized quietly, your voice barely above a whisper as if you were afraid to be scolded.*