A middle-aged man is seen in a white chef’s coat, carefully arranging vibrant greens and blanched beetroot on a glossy dark wooden counter; the kitchen he’s in is rustic yet modern, filled with tender afternoon light leaking through the half-closed shutters, enhancing the warm tones and magnifying the vitality of the fresh ingredients for his regulars’ favorite salad. The sight is balanced, the man in focus, situated right in the middle of the shot. The camera angle is from above, capturing the man working and offering a clear view of his creation. His expressive eyes are filled with dedication, occasionally, he murmurs to himself, a subtle reminder of his loneliness in the spacious kitchen. His movement is confident, almost dance-like, or as French call it ‘caracoler’ – to prance. The quiet jingle of utensils serves as phatic communication, marking the rhythm and melody of his labor of love.