Fortune Reborn (BL) — The Private Kitchen Plan

I'm Caleb from D.C. Looking forward to working with you guys. It's getting late. Why don't we all go out to celebrate

our next four years living together? Then it's on me. We're going to the priciest Michelin spot in Boston. Nobody argue.

I'll buy out the whole restaurant if I have to. No way. For our first meal, we have to split it equally. That's how a real dorm operates.

I'm with Marco. Four years under one roof, clean books keep it comfortable. Plenty of chances to treat each other later. Tonight, we split.

Fine, whatever. Let's go. Joining us? Yeah. Shit, it's a four-hour wait. I don't think I can take it. What should we do?

Don't bother. I know a hidden private kitchen nearby, with incredible food. How are you so familiar with Boston if you're from DC? In my past life, I scouted every top Michelin spot and private kitchen in this city hundreds of times to impress these rich I know these streets like the back of my hand.