The Chef

I sat cross-legged on Richard's couch, tapping away on my laptop while Adrian sat next to me, scribbling notes on his notepad. We were currently at Richard's house discussing and planning Ian's schedule for the next few weeks. Ian was packing his bags in the room, getting ready to head back to London after an overnight shoot. Shootings in Manchester had come to an end, and the filming was moving onto its second location in London. Although he was tired from the shooting, he had to return to London since he had a fundraising event to attend later this evening.

Richard, on the other hand, was seated on a beanbag with an Xbox controller in hand, playing Call of Duty on the TV and occasionally groaning in frustration whenever he lost.

"I don't like this," He paused the game and turned to us. "Come on, guys, join me. Let's play together." He said, trying to persuade us to join him. "It's more fun that way."

"Is it?" Ian asked, walking into the room with his travelling box. "Aren't you just