Eat, Love, London (2024)

[bunniefuu]

You know what I don't love?

- Your ex-boyfriend?

The walk back from that store.

Oh, come on, it's not that far.

It's not the distance.

It's walking past

every known contestant

of Britain's Next Top Model

while I look like this.

You're being dramatic!

You're made for the streets

of London!

Yeah, it's a good job,

because I don't have a choice.

Right, we got three steaks,

two lamb chops!

Stella. Stella!

Yeah?

The waiters

are getting stressed out there.

How behind are we?

Um, we're good. I'll step it up.

Look, I'm trusting you

to bring your best self

to this job.

No, you're... you're right.

I'm sorry.

I'll pull it back.

Right, we need one halibut,

guys!

Come on, we need to speed it up!

Two minutes!

Can you put this over here,

please?

Have you spoken to Chase?

Not really.

So that's a yes.

I texted him

in a moment of weakness.

Stella.

Well, now he's ghostin' me,

which is a whole new low.

It's his loss.

You've got

to leave it behind you.

Why does no one prepare you

for this?

This is the kind of stuff

they should teach you about

in high school, not Jane Austen

and triangles.

Well, in Jane's defense,

she was a romantic expert

of sorts.

How is it possible

to have your whole life

mapped out and then boom,

your fianc leaves you,

your parents say

you're too sheltered

to reach your full potential,

and then you move halfway

across the world...

To a place where everything

is trying to k*ll you,

- apparently!

- Stop complaining!

We're in Notting Hill.

It's the ultimate

romantic place.

Yes, I know.

Hugh Grant, Julia Roberts,

et cetera.

London is the best city

in the world.

If you're gonna

have to have a fresh start,

well, at least it's here.

Aren't you glad

we got matched up as

pen pals all those years ago,

huh?

- You are?

- Yes.

Oh.

How do these people manage

to avoid life's disasters?

Okay, glass half empty, enough!

I need you

to keep together long enough

to make the restaurant

a success.

Then you can run back off

to the mighty USA.

If my parents will have me.

But this

is what they wanted you to do.

Explore, adventure,

broaden your horizons.

And they're right.

You're never gonna be

the kind of chef

you're capable of being if you

stay in your comfort zone.

- Okay, Mom.

On a serious note,

and speaking of parents,

mine have their vow renewals

coming up.

Are you throwin' them a party?

Yeah, at The Rooftop.

Will you cater?

You don't even have to ask.

I'd also love

to officially announce you

as head chef of Silver

at the event,

if that's what you decide.

Look, if you don't think

you can commit

to this long term, by then,

I'm gonna have

to find a replacement.

Ouch!

Are you giving me a deadline?

It's just business.

You know I love you.

Yeah, I get it.

You're one of

London's hottest restauranteurs

for a reason.

- Cheers to that.

- Cheers.

- Right.

- How we feelin', Chef?

Good. How many covers tonight?

Well, it's Saturday night.

Mm-hmm.

This is prime real estate,

so we're looking

at full capacity.

This is my new shiny venture!

You're a cheffing legend.

And tonight, I need you

to take it up a notch.

Oui, Chef.

You're the chef.

I'm just

your biggest cheerleader.

- Aw! You're so cute, you know?

- Right, show me.

Right. Yeah, so today I was

thinking...

- Evening, sir. How can I help?

- Evening.

Um, can I have a glass of

whatever sommelier recommends?

You can indeed. Inside or out?

- Uh, outside, please.

- Uh, just down there, sir.

- Alright. Thank you.

- Thank you.

Three scallops, two steaks,

and one lobster, please!

Yes, Chef!

We're not doing fusion here.

Swap out the Thai basil

for regular basil, please.

- On it.

- Where is my halibut?

On it.

- Service, please!

Hey, thank you.

- Great work today.

- Thank you, Chef.

There's a man out there

that wants to speak to the chef.

A man! How mysterious.

I think he's a critic.

I recognize his face,

but I can't put a name to it.

Well, what do I even say to him?

Just go say, "Hi!

Thank you for coming.

Hope you enjoyed the meal."

Well, we don't get many critics

out in the middle of Montana.

Just be cheerful.

Positive. Personable.

Shouldn't be too hard for you.

And give me that.

I'm saving you from yourself.

- Hey, how was your food?

- It was good.

It was good, yeah?

You're welcome.

Tall, dark... Um...

Okay.

Great to meet you, Chef.

Did you enjoy your food?

I most certainly did.

And I'd like to put a face

to my talent.

I was surprised when the quality

changed

halfway through, though.

Sorry?

The starter was amazing.

Inspired.

The main was anticlimactic.

And the desserts...

Well, I have no idea

what happened to that.

Oh, well, if you couldn't tell

from my accent,

I'm not from around here.

New kitchen, new environment.

It can take a while

to grease the wheels.

Where are you from?

Montana.

And what brings you to the UK?

Um, I'm not really sure

that's any of your business.

I'm just curious.

Wait, you're a critic, right?

- Mm-hmm.

- Not a biographer.

Yeah, but people are usually

more forthcoming

about giving information

for a review.

Well, it doesn't sound like

it'd be

a very good review anyway, so...

What about your normal style?

Can you tell me anything

about that?

So many questions.

It's my job.

Wait, are you flirting with me?

Absolutely not.

Well, then I don't

have any interest

telling you anything more

about my life.

I hope you enjoyed one third

of your meal.

Hey.

Bex, this is seriously cool!

Appreciation

from the Ice Queen herself.

Must be doing something right.

What's the emergency?

Theo Hastings.

Review of new restaurant

Bar Silver, Notting Hill.

- Oops.

This was perhaps

the most intriguing meal

I've had recently.

A chef that showed real promise

and left me

wholeheartedly disappointed

that this quality

wasn't maintained.

I'd recommend it in a heartbeat

for the setting,

but maybe this chef needs

more time

to find their full potential.

Watch this space, though.

It could be a new hot spot

in London

when this restauranteur

and chef pairing

find their rhythm.

What is everyone's obsession

with my potential?

One thing I've always been able

to rely on

is my ability to cook.

Even when my short-lived attempt

at

running my own business failed,

at least I knew it was nothing

to do with the food.

So what happened last night?

- Chase texted me.

- Stella!

I didn't wanna miss the chance

to chat to him.

And did you? Chat to him?

- Alright, delete his number.

- No, Becky!

- No. For your own good!

- This is ridiculous!

- Just delete it!

- No!

Just delete it!

- Stop it!

- Hi, Mum. Hi, Dad.

Just remind me

how old you both are.

So, how're you finding London,

love?

Yeah, it's nice.

Just nice?

Nice is a positive adjective.

Uh, it's not really

an anything adjective.

It's not home.

And the restaurant?

Yeah, that's doing great.

Well, that's more like it.

My boss is sat right next to me.

Oh, excuse me. Let me get this.

Okay.

I don't know how she does it.

Yeah, well, we brought her up

to work hard.

Oh yeah.

She does take it

to a different level.

Hmm. How many restaurants

is that now?

Uh, three restaurants,

- four bars.

- Mm-hmm.

And she manages them all

herself?

That's crazy.

Well, we do try

and help out where we can,

but we have been

just a little bit distracted

by a celebration of our own.

Oh, Rebecca told me!

The vow renewals!

Has she asked you

if you'll cater?

Yeah, you bet!

Anythin' to thank you guys

for being so welcomin'

- since I got here.

- Oh, it's our pleasure!

And we know

how excited Rebecca's been

that you're gonna move here.

I'm not sure

how she feels about it now.

Guess who that was?

What? Like, out of everyone

in the world?

- London.

- The King?

Ha-ha, very funny.

It was Theo Hastings.

- Ew.

- Stella!

Sorry. What does he want?

A meeting. With you.

Tomorrow.

Hmm.

Damn it!

Hey, excuse me, could you just...

Hi, I'm sorry, I'm looking...

Okay, you got this.

Farm girl

takes on London subway.

Right.

Oh, I'm so, so sorry. I'm...

Down we go.

- Sorry!

Thank God, that's over.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Um, I'm here for a meeting

with Theo Hastings.

Okay.

Thanks for coming, Ms. Martins.

My office is just this way.

You can have one.

Ms. Martins.

Please, take a seat.

So, you're probably wondering

why I asked to have a meeting.

I don't enjoy

being dragged through the city.

- Not even the nice parts?

- Not even the nice parts.

Okay.

Well, I'll make this

less painful for you

than the journey in,

and I'll cut to the chase.

Is everything okay?

Oh, y... yeah.

Um, I just...

Uh, never mind.

I have a proposition.

Immediately terrifying.

Are you always this pessimistic?

It's really quite thrilling.

Please, continue.

I'm having a bit of a slow run.

My USP is putting new talent

on the map,

and I keep getting beaten

to the punch.

I need a new tactic.

Nurture new talent

so no one can pip me to it.

Pip you?

Uh, sorry, a bit of English ism.

Um...

So no one gets there before me.

I think you need a new job.

But please, elaborate.

Basically,

I need to put someone new

into the culinary stratosphere

to save my job.

My boss has pretty much told me

I was good as gone if I don't.

When I came into the restaurant

the other day,

I thought I struck gold.

- Silver.

- Sorry?

The restaurant is

called "Silver".

Oh. A comedian, too.

Uh, no, just a chef.

And unfortunately,

not the person you need.

But you have so much potential.

If you can

just keep it consistent.

Look, I'm not here

for any more criticism.

I'm just in the UK long enough

to show

that I can broaden my horizons

and then I'm going back

to the States.

- What about the restaurant?

- It's Rebecca's restaurant.

I tried to open

my own restaurant

and I failed miserably.

Hence the broadening

of horizons.

More importantly,

she can get a new chef.

Does she want to do that?

This is how it went down.

Bex had a head chef

and he got a better offer

at the last minute.

She called me at a time

when I needed a life shake-up.

And now I've got two weeks

to decide

if I want to stay and commit

or if my best friend's got

to find someone to replace me

for her parents' party

and then deal with whatever

decision I make

is probably the wrong one!

One meal.

If not for your sake,

then Rebecca's.

It's a win-win.

If you stay,

it's publicity for you and her.

And if you go,

then, well, it's just publicity

for whoever Rebecca decides

to bring on board.

He just won't give up.

I'm confused.

What's in it for him?

He seems pretty desperate to me.

And?

He needs to prove

that he can spot new talent.

So, instead of chasin'

after the same chefs

as everyone else,

he wants to work with us

to review this place

so that the success is basically

synonymous with his name.

Hmm, that's a smart move.

I looked up some

of his old stuff.

In his prime, he put a lot

of places on the map.

Seems like a win-win.

That's what he said.

So, what is it then?

I don't know.

It's just a lot of pressure

and I wanted to keep a low

profile for a while.

This is the opposite of what

your parents want you to do.

So what? The restaurant

we chased was a huge disaster.

But that's how you learn.

Get out there into the world.

Push yourself.

Experience new things.

I did tell him

I get him a reservation tonight.

See?

That's what I'm talkin' about.

Don't get too excited.

To the kitchen.

Too late.

Yeah. It's lovely. Thank you.

Thank you.

Right.

- Service!

On it!

Ah, lovely. Thank you.

How's it looking?

Good, I think.

He seems to be nodding a lot.

You can't tell anything

from a nod.

They seem like positive nods.

What, are you

a body language expert now?

Oh, he's finished. Go on.

Go and talk to him.

Oh yeah, 'cause

that went so well last time.

No time for whining.

Fine.

- He's coming over.

- What? No.

Good evening, Ms. Martins.

Ms. Martins. Really?

Not a fan?

Stella is fine.

Well, you certainly

did that meal justice.

Justice?

That was a compliment.

So why do I feel

like I'm bracing myself?

It's still too safe.

Safe?

That usually means simple

but tasty.

I asked you this question

once before

and you didn't want to answer.

What...

My style is pretty classic.

White pants with a white top

and a white hat

if I'm feeling fancy.

- Very funny.

- Not the right answer?

Not the right question.

What inspires you to cook?

Back home, it's all about

using local ingredients.

I guess that's why I'm findin'

it so hard in the city.

It just... it feels soulless.

Soulless?

Like, don't get me wrong,

I love cooking.

But the connection's

not the same

when you're not cultivating

a recipe from start to finish.

London is one of the best cities

for food in the whole world.

How can you be

lacking inspiration here?

Have you been out, explored?

I'm not sure

that makes a difference to you.

Well, maybe

it's your own closed-mindedness

holding you back.

Closed-minded?

Well, I'm sure

you'd be closed minded, too,

if your parents basically

kicked you out.

- And why did they do that?

- Because my life fell apart.

And they thought

if I got some life experience,

then I'd be able

to piece it back together again.

And how's that working for you?

Congratulations.

That's a lot of questions

I just answered.

No, I... I think

we can help each other out here.

Okay. I'm listening.

Let me introduce you

to the proper London food scene.

And then you can

make up your own mind,

with your eyes wide open,

and prove to your parents

you actually

did give this a shot.

And in return,

you bring your A game

to the kitchen for this party.

And it gives me enough time

to curate the restaurant's

image for my column.

And I can prove to my boss

I still have an eye for this.

Alternatively,

my friend over there

can give me a tour of London

so I get to spend more time

with her

and less time with you.

Yeah.

I'm sure she can fit you

into her busy schedule.

Right. Fine.

But this is strictly

about the food.

And you write one bad review...

I only write a bad review

if it's a bad meal.

Hence the A game.

Those are the stakes.

Are you in?

Mr. Hastings.

Ms. Martins.

And then we shook on it.

A binding agreement.

Do you think

I made the right call?

Yeah. Trust you.

Having a personal restaurant

critic is no bad thing.

Uh, yeah! Unless you mess up.

Which you won't.

How are you doing anyway?

Me?

You've been dealing with a lot,

Bex.

Yeah.

I'm feeling the pressure, too.

I'm managing the restaurants

and the bars.

With this party coming up, too.

Sometimes I feel like my brain

is coming out of my ears.

I'm sorry

for not asking you earlier.

I've been so focused

on my own problems.

Honestly. It's fine.

I don't really have the

headspace to think about it.

That sounds like a pretty bad

case of burnout to me.

Talk more about you, please.

Okay, so the plan is for Theo

to show me London through food.

Help me connect

with what I'm cooking.

Something like that anyway.

Yeah. I get that.

Help you open your mind up

to this opportunity.

Well, if it helps you out.

Yeah, definitely.

And hey, if you do decide

to abandon me,

at least I can get

a k*ller new head chef in.

My bed's not even cold yet!

I can't believe you're thinking

of replacing me already.

Don't make me think

about it then.

Okay, mate.

Give me good news.

- There is some news, actually.

- Great.

Because I've got the big bosses

pushing for me

- to justify your contract.

- Great.

Look, you know

I don't wanna let you go.

But if there isn't enough

consistent interest

in what you're writing,

I'm afraid my hands are tied.

I have a plan.

Good. I'm all ears.

There's a new restaurant

in Notting Hill.

Mm-hmm.

And the chef is pretty green

when it comes to high-end food.

But she's got something.

And we've got kind of

an exclusivity deal.

Hmm.

Sounds like an experiment to me.

If I pull this off,

no one is gonna post a story.

I guarantee it.

And the chef agreed?

My reputation

still holds some weight.

What makes him so special?

Well, it's the story

that's interesting.

- Mm-hmm.

- She's American.

She's broken-hearted.

And she's forced

to leave the US by her parents

to the challenge

of a totally new food scene.

People are gonna love it,

I swear.

Yeah, but tabloid gold's

not really our style.

Well, maybe that's where

we're going wrong.

Give the people what they want.

Look, there's a time limit

to this, okay?

This chef, Stella Martins,

has two weeks to decide

whether she wants to stay

or her best friend

and hotshot restauranteur

Rebecca Joseph replaces her.

Juicy.

See what I mean?

Okay, I'll give you two weeks.

You make this work, I'll bite.

If not,

I don't think there's anything

I can do for you.

I won't let you down, boss.

- All work and no play.

What can I say?

I'm a stress cleaner.

Why stressed?

Because I'm about to be

dragged around London

all afternoon.

- Where are you going?

- I don't know.

Somewhere with good food,

I guess.

Doesn't really narrow it down.

Who's that?

No one.

If that's Chase, I swear...

He wants to talk!

How many times

have we been over this?

Stop letting him

mess you around.

I'm not!

You've already done

the hard thing.

Moving away.

Creating a life for you,

not somebody else.

Why make it hard again?

Just enjoy figuring out

the next chapter.

Hello?

- Oh, I can't.

- Yes, you can.

What if he means it this time?

If he really still loves

you,

wants to give things another go,

he'll find a way to apologize.

It doesn't involve

sporadic text messages.

And he'll understand

that it was easier for you

to have a clear head.

I believe in you.

I can't believe I just did that.

- You're my hero.

- Oh no, you're my hero.

You're my hero.

- Oh, I don't wanna cry.

- Don't cry.

- I don't wanna cry.

- Don't.

- I've done it.

Am I interrupting something?

Right.

- It was a big moment!

- So you're telling me

you haven't got his number

memorized?

- Yeah, I thought so.

- Don't tell Rebecca.

I have no idea

the length she'll go to

to wipe it from my brain.

Don't worry,

your secret's safe with me.

- Wait!

- Hey!

- Whoa!

That's a good one.

What are you doing?

Part of this little arrangement

is putting my restaurant

on the map, right?

And terrifying us with flash

photography helps out?

The best way to put anything

on the map these days

is through social media.

I think you're underestimating

how old we are.

Yeah, you're right.

34 is the new 70.

I've opened up a page

for the restaurant.

All you have to do

is post a little bit

of behind the scenes

while you're out and about,

soaking up

all the inspiration you need.

I've already sold my soul

to the media, for you.

No offence.

Oh yeah, there's no way

that could be offensive.

I'm not gonna lower myself

to the internet stratosphere

as well!

Oh, come on.

It's only temporary.

Have some fun, take some photos,

get a little bit of engagement

while you can.

If you make me do a dance,

I swear I...

Op, yeah,

I'm vetoing that for the record.

Don't you wanna prove

to your parents

you're not just

going through the motions here?

Do you want Chase to see what an

amazing time you're having

and woo the day

he cheated on you?

Oops,

I shouldn't have said that.

Okay, we are gonna go now.

- I'm sorry.

- You're the worst!

Oh, I love you!

Thank you.

Phew! That was brutal, though.

You okay?

Yeah, Bex is passionate,

dramatic,

but she doesn't mean anything

by it.

Well, are you ready

to take your mind off it?

You know what? I am.

Do you wanna see

the photo Rebecca took of us?

It might cheer you up.

- Oh.

- Oh!

Yeah.

Yeah,

that did make me feel better.

Mm-hmm? It's goin' away.

Do you know what else

might make you feel better?

- What?

- Food.

Now you're talking my language,

Theo Hastings.

London is a melting pot

of different cultures.

We have farmers markets

where I'm from,

but this is a different level.

Well, this is less like a

market and more like a mix

of ten different

street food restaurants,

all in one place.

I've not been livin'

under a rock.

I do know what street food is.

Sorry. Just 'cause you called it

a "farmers market".

Well, I'm a farm girl

from the States.

- What can I say?

Thank you. Cheers.

Here we go. Try this.

- Here we go.

- Wow!

Okay.

Okay, I'm gonna try these.

Mm-hmm.

Mm! This is amazing!

Yeah,

that's my favorite type of food.

Yeah, I can see why.

I mean, I'm good,

but this is next level.

So what's your usual style?

Elevated home cooking.

Best of the classics.

I'm really lucky

my parents have a restaurant,

so I used to make

what they made.

Obviously mine's better.

- Modest.

- Hmm.

All chefs are modest,

didn't you know that?

Oh, hang on,

let me get the phone.

Can you say something nice

to the camera?

I'm not playing

Rebecca's silly little game.

No, this is not for Rebecca,

this is for me.

I think it would be helpful

for me to document some of this.

Okay, for the record,

I'm happy to post

on social media

anything about the food,

the restaurant,

but nothing

about my personal life, okay?

Okay.

So, here we have Stella Martins

reveling over street food

in London.

Are you feeling inspired?

I'm not sure

this is baking news.

Well, how about a samosa?

Or a Yorkshire pudding

with pulled pork on the top?

What?

Or a hot dog?

We have hot dogs in the States.

You said you grew up

on a farm in Montana, correct?

So you have been

payin' attention.

I always pay attention

to people who interest me.

Well, then I need to be

less interesting.

- Right, come on.

- Hey!

- I want one of those samosas.

- Okay.

Thank you.

Oh my God! Look at this!

Oh great.

This looks so good.

I'm gonna eat these first.

- Go for it.

- I'm gonna put a plantain.

- Oh, beautiful.

- It's hot.

Thank you. Thank you.

- Okay?

- Wow! Okay.

- Ready?

- Yes.

Here we go. Beautiful.

- Mm!

This is great. This is great.

I'm getting it, yeah.

- Ready?

- I'm ready.

How is it? Is that hot?

Come on, one more.

One more bite, please.

- Please.

- It's so hot!

Come on, just one more,

one more. Please.

Oh my gosh! No, you have it!

Okay.

Everybody smile.

I can't eat one more thing.

We should try and walk this off

and see if any of these

are social media worthy.

I doubt it!

- And maybe get some umbrellas.

- Yeah. It's raining.

- Come on.

- Come on.

Does this place ever stay dry

or still?

In the summer? Uh, no.

And at Christmas time,

absolutely not.

But there are some quiet times

in between.

Peaceful almost.

I feel overwhelmed

just walkin' around.

Yeah, I get that.

I grew up in the countryside,

so, yeah,

it was a change for me, too.

But, um, I love it now.

I could just sit and soak up the

energy for hours.

- You grew up in the country?

- Yes.

Well, the countryside here

isn't quite as vast

as it is in America,

but, uh, yeah, a quaint version.

Why would you ever leave?

I believe I'm the one writing

the article about you.

About my food.

Tell me about your life.

Well, if you couldn't tell

from Bexy's outburst...

I had a pretty horrible breakup.

Well, on my side anyway.

I thought I had my whole life

figured out,

and then I tried breakin' out

of my comfort zone,

and it all went wrong.

How so?

My ex was called "Chase".

He was

my high school sweetheart.

I got a job

at my parents' restaurant

after I left high school

as a chef,

and he was a waiter.

I liked the life we had,

but I guess I just

wasn't enough for him.

I'm really sorry about that.

Yeah, me, too.

I could not wait to get away

from my parents' home,

move to London,

and make a career of my own.

Right, well,

you've interviewed me.

Now it's my turn.

Uh, another time.

Should we go?

I thought you'd never ask.

- Which way?

- Uh, this way.

- Yeah, this way. Oh my God.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Welcome to British summer.

- I know.

You know, I had fun today.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

More than I thought I would.

Thanks.

You're finally comin' around

to London, then?

There's some good parts.

Yeah, I always thought

Notting Hill was quite peaceful.

It's still not home,

but we have

a lot more exploring to do

before you make me

the perfect chef muse.

Then I can call my parents

and tell them I'm ready

to go back home and try again.

See you soon?

Yeah, of course.

Yeah, tha... oh, um.

- Sorry. Um...

- Oh.

- See you.

- Yeah, see you later.

Bye.

Theodore.

Hi, Dad.

Have you decided

to do the sensible thing

and come back home?

Not quite, but I thought

you were overdue a visit.

You're right about that.

I've also hit a slight snag

with work.

What did I tell you?

You should never have left

in the first place.

Dad, I've just come

for some advice.

Please lay off the lecturing

long enough to give me some.

I just think after everything

that happened with your mum...

- Dad.

- Alright, I'm sorry.

No more chastising, I promise.

Don't need to run off again,

do I?

Come inside for a cup of tea,

okay?

Have you been cooking much?

Here and there.

I have a full-time chef

who runs the restaurant now.

So I'm more back office.

Trying out new recipes

and the like.

How's it been stepping back?

Weird.

But the grey hairs

have slowed down.

I look after the gardens now.

Growing new plants. Simple life.

Don't you get lonely?

That's the benefit

of running a restaurant

from your back garden.

There's always people around

if you want there to be.

I saw you lost your star.

Hmm.

Yep.

Not surprising, really.

Do you think you'll get it back?

Without your mum around,

I just don't

have the same drive anymore.

I mean,

the people who come here,

they...

They eat good food,

they have a nice time.

That's all I can ask for now.

So, what's the problem

in the big city?

Uh, I'm just dealing with a case

of imposter syndrome.

What? Why?

Freddie is basically

fighting the board

to let me keep my job.

I haven't made a single

successful recommendation

in over a year.

You're still writing articles.

I am, but my knack

for spotting talent

hasn't put anyone on the map

for a long time.

And my columns just aren't

having the success they used to.

Why do you think that is?

I don't know.

Maybe I'm just losing my edge.

I'm distracted,

I'm not catching opportunities

in the same way.

It's like something's fuzzier

in my brain than it used to.

Do you think...

and don't bite my head off.

Maybe you've only just

started processing everything

that happened.

What does that mean?

Oh, it's just

that when you first left,

you seemed so determined

to move on,

to focus your efforts

on something

that wasn't so painful.

How did you manage it?

Hmm.

Some days I don't.

But I find that in life you're

better facing things head on.

Otherwise,

they do usually find a way

of catchin' up with you.

Anyway, I...

I don't think that's it.

Being vulnerable

doesn't make you

any less capable, son.

Thanks, Dad.

- So...

- Mm-hmm.

Talking about the starters.

Yes.

We'll need food to be ready

at 7:00 p.m.

That's pretty early.

Mum, what do you think?

- Mum!

What is it, love?

Can you and Dad

tear yourselves away

from my most expensive bottle

of wine for two minutes

and come and help

with the running order?

I thought that was your job.

I'm a restauranteur,

not a party planner.

Whatever you think is best,

love.

We totally agree!

Oh, no. No, if I have

to be present here,

then so do you.

This is ridiculous.

Who are the parents here?

Bex wants to do the canaps

at 7:00 p.m.,

but I was thinking

a little later,

like, 8:00, 8:30 maybe,

just so you're not rushed.

Very good point.

You just said you agreed

with whatever I thought.

We agree

with whatever you both think,

and we're just really happy

to be here.

If you need us, well, then,

we'll be over there.

Yeah.

This is like they reverted back

to the ages

of when they first got married.

Oh. I wanna be that in love

again.

Bex!

I just said something

that should provoke empathy.

No, no time.

I need to sort out press,

you know,

to actually advertise

The Rooftop,

- Which is the reason

why I agreed

to this in the first place.

Saved by the bell.

Oh, I've gotta take this.

Oh, can you grab a bottle

while you're at it?

Take a deep breath, okay?

Hi, Mom.

Hey, honey. How are you?

Uh, yeah, you know, surviving.

Looks like you're finally

having a good time.

What made you say that?

I saw it on social media.

Saw what?

The videos,

on the restaurant page.

Hold on, how did you...

What the...

I didn't think social media

was your style,

but this is great!

I don't understand this.

I don't either.

But it looks like

a lot of people do.

Mom, can I call you back?

Sure, honey.

Hey, I'm proud

of you makin' the most of this.

Looks like you'll be ready

for your own venture

sooner than we thought.

Thanks. Uh, love you.

Speak soon.

Ah, here you both are.

Hi. We're just... I...

Just go through this.

Oh, Dad, what is this?

You know, it goes underneath.

Oh, Rebecca's told us

that was your lovely mom!

How is she?

We should have a video call

with her and your dad soon.

Yeah, yeah!

So is she coming to the party?

I d... I don't know.

I'll have to ask her.

Have you got a minute?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm just, like...

No, no, they look... uh, uh...

This is utterly ridiculous.

- What is it?

- I don't know.

Just the widely popular

social media page

that you made

for the restaurant!

How does it have so many hits?

I was hoping you'd be able

to answer that.

Oh, I wish I was that good.

I see you're

a social media star.

I'd be surprised.

This is clueless as me.

Hmm. Maybe the American foodie

in London with a cute guy

is just a great USP.

Theo said that earlier.

What is that?

Unique selling point.

What am I gonna do?

It's out of hand!

Market. Why not?

So that's the nicest one anyway,

yeah.

Hmm. So you reckon it's good for

the app to boost the profile?

Apparently so.

I'm gonna try it anyway

and you know...

- Oh. Sorry.

- Stella. Have you seen it?

- Yeah.

Are you a secret influencer?

Not that I'm aware of.

Well, you are now.

This is great.

Sorry, I thought

I was just talking to Stella.

Fine. Don't waste this.

So what do you wanna do?

I don't know.

It's not exactly what I had

in mind.

Then we'll leave it.

It wasn't my plan to be

all over social media, anyway.

But my mom

actually sounded proud of me

for, like, the first time ever.

Never mind. It's silly. It's...

No, no, no. It's not silly.

Look, if this will make Rebecca

and your mum happy,

then I can make it work.

- What?

- Say it again.

Say what again?

Mum.

- Come on.

- Please.

Mum.

That's hilarious.

So, when do we

go explorin' again?

- Good work today.

- Thank you.

- Mm-hmm.

- We did our best.

Good night, boss!

See you later.

Sorry if I was unbearable today.

You're never unbearable.

Didn't your mother ever tell you

not to lie?

Is everything okay?

You were right.

I think I've discovered

a new level of burnout.

You need to slow down.

How?

All I seem to do is be able

to build businesses.

This is your life!

Businesses don't live

and breathe.

I guess.

Seeing my mum

and dad having this party

makes me wanna

start dating again.

I've been saying for so long

I need

to prioritize my love life.

Maybe now it's time.

Hey, I like that.

So what's it gonna be?

A datin' app or a bar?

Whoa there!

One step at a time.

If I can help, let me know.

I appreciate you.

But I can't start relying

too heavily

on someone who might leave soon.

Meaning?

Meaning

a head chef's replaceable,

support network isn't.

I never thought of it like that.

Sorry.

I'm being unbearable again.

Hey, it's all good.

So you're seeing Theo tomorrow?

Look, it's pretty obvious

that you don't have the energy

for this conversation right now.

So, you get some sleep

and we'll talk later.

Okay? Deal?

Deal.

- Morning.

- Oh, thanks!

I guessed your order.

Yeah, it tastes good.

So, you ready

for another adventure?

What's the plan?

I thought we'd actually explore

the city today.

I thought

we'd done that already.

Well, London is never empty

and...

And this is as quiet as it gets.

6:00 a.m. on a Sunday morning,

the sun is still rising

and people are still in bed.

Yes, thanks for reminding me

how disgustingly early it is.

I thought it was the best time

for you to try

and connect to the city

you're creating your food in.

It's not a bad plan.

I have my moments.

Oh, have you got

the magic social media phone?

- Oh, yes.

- Good.

- Here it is.

- Let's go.

Mm.

Now that

is what I'm talking about.

I'm not gonna lie, I think I've

got a natural affinity for this.

- For what?

- This.

What, showing the world how fun

and outgoing I am?

I wouldn't go that

far just yet.

- Wait.

- What?

What time is it?

- Uh, almost 1:00.

- sh**t!

I was supposed to meet Bex

at The Rooftop

to go over the meal plan

for her parents' party!

Well, how far is it?

Oh, sorry, wrong person.

Where is it?

Hold on, I have the address.

Okay, we could walk there

in about 20 minutes.

We?

Oh, well, I...

I thought because we...

I could observe you.

Observe?

Your meal plan.

I am writing an article

about you, after all.

About my food.

Yeah, sure, that, too.

Seriously, my private life

is still off-limits, Theo.

But people love the American

and London angle.

Yeah,

for a bit of social media fun,

but not for publication!

Well, can I come to The Rooftop?

It would be good to see you

in action

outside the restaurant setting.

Well, I suppose

there's less chance

of me getting lost

if you come, too.

Oh, so are you saying

you'd be lost without me?

No!

Stella?

Yes?

It's this way. See?

You would be lost without me.

Oh, shut up.

It doesn't make any sense

to have music before food.

Can you stop ganging up on me?

Mum,

we're not ganging up on you.

Uh, it's just the tent...

- I'm so sorry, I'm late.

- What time do you call this?

I know, I know, but we were

on a very important mission

for the good of the restaurant.

What, prancing

around Buckingham Palace?

Would we say "prancing"?

Well, the tour of London

did generate

a lot of online traffic.

Online traffic?

The algorithms

would have kicked in now,

showing our content

to an even wider audience!

We've created a monster.

Are you two done here?

'Cause we were

having a heated debate.

Oh, fantastic.

Where do I sign up?

Nope.

This is your station.

You and your new bestie can

lock in the food plan over here.

So, we have seafood.

Mm-hmm.

Oysters and smoked salmon blinis

to represent the river.

Then we have elevated

roast dinner canap style,

like the ones we had

at the street food market,

to represent the pubs

of North London.

Then I'm going to incorporate

the flavors of Asia

into the dessert canaps,

passion fruit pavlova

with lemongrass

- and galangal in the cream.

- Great.

I think you missed something,

though.

- More? You want more?

I don't think so.

Just this once.

I couldn't do it. Okay.

So, we're gonna do a tour

of London through food,

because you guys grew up here.

I love it.

That's really thoughtful,

Stella.

- Thank you.

- Yeah.

Do you have any plans tonight?

Um, nothing. Why?

We could run through the ideas

at the restaurant,

if that's okay with you.

Yeah, what time?

Is 7:00 okay?

It's a date. Not a date.

Uh, sorry, you know what I mean.

You better bring you're a game.

Could you pass me the salt?

Yes, Chef.

- Thanks.

- What's it for?

The oysters.

I was gonna have it

as a dressing,

but I think I'm gonna try it

as a caviar texture.

It'd be easier to eat

as a canap.

- Adventurous.

- Mm-hmm.

Do you think we should be

putting this up on social media?

The bookings for the restaurant

have been crazy

since you did

that verification thingy.

How did you even do that?

A genius

never reveals their secrets.

Which actually is kinda

how I feel about this.

I think this will be a nice

surprise for our guests.

Sure.

And it is nice to spend some

time together

without the added pressure.

Do you think

this needs some chili?

Sorry, what was you saying?

Oh, nothing important.

Um, I don't think

it's chili you're missing.

I think it's some kind of herb.

Hmm.

What have you tried

out of these?

Um, cilantro.

Hmm, coriander.

Cilantro. Thyme.

Thai basil? Bit of fusion?

- Uh, sorrel.

- What?

It's really difficult to grow.

My dad's obsessed with it.

He's got this special

greenhouse.

How do you know

so much about food?

Uh, I'm a food critic.

That's my job.

Yeah, but it has to come

from somewhere.

Your dad?

Look, I haven't been

entirely transparent

about my family home.

Meaning?

I grew up at The Homestead.

- Excuse me?

- It's a restaurant.

Yeah,

I know what The Homestead is.

Yeah, my dad's Ben Hastings.

Hastings. Theo Hastings.

No way!

Guilty as charged.

Ben Hastings

is my mom's culinary hero.

It's probably the whole reason

she was so obsessed

with me movin' to England!

Yeah, well, it's not

all it's cracked up to be.

Oh.

You wanna make a name

for yourself

so you don't live

in your dad's shadow.

Nope, no goin' in there.

Non-negotiable.

Well, you have to take me there.

That's non-negotiable.

I suppose

it is prime social media fodder.

See? Go to old social media.

You sound like a grandma.

And that needs honey.

Oh, you have to take me there,

please.

Well, let's get this dish right

first, shall we?

What did you say, honey?

- Stella!

- Good morning to you, too.

- Where are you going?

- To the countryside.

Why?

Because Theo's dad

is Ben Hastings

and he's inviting me

to The Homestead!

Can you believe it?

Well, obviously.

It's no secret

he's Ben Hastings' son.

Probably why he's so successful

in the first place.

And suddenly,

I understand his need

to make a name for himself.

Look, I wanted to give you this.

It's an apology.

You've been doin' a lot

of apologizing lately.

It's a friendship bracelet.

Oh, it's so cute!

It's a proper version

of the ones we made

when we were younger

when I visited the farm.

Oh, honestly, Bex,

you didn't have to.

No, I did.

I can't believe I said

I couldn't rely on you

as a friend.

Of course I know I can,

even if you're far, far away.

And what about The Rooftop

with Theo?

I was jealous.

There, I said it.

I feel so lonely

most of the time.

My job takes up my whole life

and having you here

has kind of felt like

having a partner in crime. And

Theo...

You're the one

who told me to go for it.

Yeah, I didn't mean

fall in love with him.

Whoa there,

no one said anything about that.

I'm happy for your happiness,

especially if it means

you'll stay in London.

I'm not in love with him.

I guess I just hoped

that this would be enough.

Me and the restaurant.

I love you, Bex.

Uh, I... I like Theo. It's just...

Enough!

None of this

is mutually exclusive.

The only reason I'm spendin'

time with you

in the first place

is for you and the restaurant.

I just wanna be

someone people can rely on.

You, my parents...

And Theo?

I just don't

wanna be replaceable anymore,

like I was to Chase.

And you think

you're gonna achieve that

by following Theo Hastings

into the depths

of the countryside?

I can think of worse places

to figure myself out.

Thank you. I love it.

I'll see you later, yeah?

I love you.

Oh, it's just like home.

You see something new every day.

The smell, it's so refreshing!

Well, I'm glad

someone else appreciates it

other than my dad.

Oh, come on.

You can't seriously be immune

to how beautiful this is.

I don't understand

how you'd ever wanna leave.

I have my reasons.

And I guess you don't wanna talk

about those.

Let's just say I probably sit

on your parents' side

of the fence.

I do believe you have to

broaden your horizons

to become a truly great chef.

Well, my parents didn't have to.

- Did your dad?

- He's traveled.

Yeah, and then he came back!

Wait,

did you ever wanna be a chef?

Oh my goodness,

I can't believe it!

You really are Ben Hastings!

My mom would die

if she knew I was here.

Theo,

did you just bring home a fan?

Dad, this is Stella,

who, as likely as it seems,

is not an actual crazy person.

Hmm.

Wow!

Did I actually just do that?

To be honest, yes, you did.

What's this all about?

So, Stella, what brings you

to England?

Oh, long story.

Well, Theo's probably

heard too many times already.

- Shall I paraphrase?

- Yeah, fast.

Talented chef. Country girl.

Brutally dumped. Too sheltered.

Hey!

Broadening horizons.

Wow!

I mean,

I've never had my whole life

reduced to ten words before.

Well, you said, "Make it fast".

Yeah, I suppose I did.

He always has had a way

with words.

Yeah, clearly.

Well,

as a country bumpkin myself,

welcome to our little slice

of paradise.

Aw, I'm so happy to be here.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

So basically, my mom modeled

the whole basis

of the restaurant

after The Homestead.

Oh, did she ever live

in England?

For a while, yeah.

She had a pen pal from school

that she was super close to,

and they used to

visit each other all the time.

So when I was old enough,

my mom made sure

that I signed up

to the same program,

which is where I met Bex.

But yeah, she lived here, too,

and she learned to cook

at the best restaurants,

and then she met my dad.

And he's American, too,

so they both moved back home

and they set up a business

together.

It's a similar story to me

and Theo's mum.

Oh, I've not heard this story.

Well, I don't think it's one

he really likes to tell.

And I've never had the chance

because he's never

brought a girl home for me

to recount it to before.

Oh, he hasn't.

- Dad.

- Come on, son.

Georgia was a beautiful girl.

We met in Thailand.

I mean, she was there

to explore the food,

and I was just there

for a holiday.

Yeah, she was a chef, really.

I was just a boy who called

himself "an entrepreneur"

but didn't really

have any direction.

We met one night

at a beach party,

and I enrolled

in the same school as her

the very next day.

Fast forward two years,

she calls me up out of the blue

and asks me

if I'm still planning

to start up a small business.

I mean, I told her

I'd already started one,

a small restaurant

out of my parents' house.

She tells me she's looking

for a new venture

and asked if she could come

for an interview.

I mean, we weren't even hiring,

but...

I was never gonna miss the

chance of seeing her again.

Together we built this place

from the ground up.

Got a star,

put the business on the map,

had Theo.

They were real halcyon days.

It's a beautiful story.

I feel the same way

about my home,

Which is why I never wanted

to leave.

I think you really

have to explore the world

to know where your heart

really lies.

I mean, it's only

because I left so often

that I realized that

there was nowhere else I would

rather be than here,

with my family,

with my son.

Anyway,

I'll leave you both to it.

I'll be inside

if you need anything.

Why do I feel like that comment

from your dad bothered you?

Do you want the long

or the short answer?

Long answer, always.

Or as long as you want it to be.

The truth is, I envy you.

Envy me? Why?

Because your parents

encouraged you to travel,

to spread your wings.

Mine just wanted me

to stay at home

- and be sheltered forever.

- I'm sure that's not true.

It just didn't seem fair.

They got to travel

and I never got the chance.

You're doin' it now, aren't you?

Yeah, well, sure,

I made it to the city,

but London's only down the road.

Okay, so what's top of your

list?

South America, Southeast Asia,

- Hmm.

- Australia, Morocco, Madagascar.

I'm gonna stop you there before

you go on a tour of the world.

- Like I said, everywhere.

And what about your mom?

What about Mum?

Do you see her often?

I think

you know the answer to that.

Wait.

Do I get an official tour?

Of course.

So cute.

Oh, he's got the...

I know. I know.

Bye.

Is that a purple carrot?

The original carrot color, yes.

I created a whole menu

around purple carrots,

but my dad

wouldn't let me grow them.

Why?

Apparently, they don't appeal

to the average consumer.

Ah, so your mum

is the creative one.

Definitely.

You look like you're

in your element right now.

Yeah, well,

I can be adventurous sometimes.

Ah, so adventurous when you're

in your comfort zone.

- What a contradiction.

- Whoa!

Oh wait, actually,

this is a photo opportunity

I can't miss.

Okay.

Don't worry,

it's not for social media,

it's just for memories.

Oh no, go on,

Rebecca will love this.

Okay, I'm recording.

Everybody knows that tomatoes

go really well with...

leeks!

And what

could you possibly think

to pair tomatoes and leeks

with other than...

rhubarb!

Ugh, come on, we do have a

reputation to maintain.

Wait, now the finishing touch.

- Thai basil.

- I'm not sure I'd eat this dish.

Oh, but everybody says

I have so much potential.

Very funny.

So what's next?

Well, I think that's obvious.

It was going so well

until I found the basil.

Not one for the restaurant menu?

No, I think it needs work.

You know, I had fun today.

I seem to have

a good track record with that.

Look, Stella, uh, about my

mum...

You don't have to talk about it

if you don't want to.

No, no,

I don't mind talkin' about it,

it's just I'm very picky about

who I talk to.

I don't wanna bare my soul

to someone who might leave soon.

You're not the only person

who said that to me recently.

My mum died about five years ago

and honestly,

I moved to London

because I couldn't cope.

I don't know how my dad stayed.

All the memories, the sadness,

and the joys,

I just had to get away.

Yeah, you make sense.

I thought at the very least

I could distract myself.

All my early success came

from this place

of not wanting to slow down

in case all the pain came back.

But, now everything's slowed

down,

it's almost like I'm having

to process it again

for the first time.

Have you ever thought that maybe

your dad needs you

more than you need the city?

You could be truly great.

You said so yourself,

you're already pushing yourself.

Yeah, well, we can talk

about all my issues

after we've finished talking

about yours.

- Do you want a glass of wine?

- Ah, without a doubt.

You know, I didn't wanna do

what all my friends did

after college.

I didn't want to move

to New York

and join some

conglomerate juggernaut

and work in advertisin'.

And I lost touch with a lot of

friends because of that.

Chase, my ex,

he became my entire world

and I was so reliant

on that one person

for my own happiness.

I wanted

to open a restaurant with him

and my parents said

they would back it financially

if we could successfully

run their place for a while.

And what happened?

The breakup?

A month of disaster

for the restaurant

and no support from my parents

who thought my lack

of life experience

was the reason

I didn't see it coming.

And now I'm in a big city anyway

and I've never felt so alone.

I guess

what I'm tryin' to say is

I know how terrifying it is

to lose someone.

Even if it's not

in the same way.

Touch.

Mm-hmm.

I feel so good

when I'm with him.

Like, he makes me feel

so comfortable.

That's amazing.

And the only other person

who makes me feel like that

is you!

- So it's a big deal!

- It's okay.

You don't have to

make me feel better.

I had my diva moment.

I'm happy for you.

We're just opposites

in so many ways.

Like, it really shouldn't work.

Hey, don't overthink it.

It's hard not to.

There's just still so much

that's unknown.

I'm sure

he feels exactly the same.

Yeah, you're right.

I need someone

who found optimism.

Look, I'm just

finding my rhythm, my style.

You will, too. I know it.

How's it going, champ?

Yeah, I'm just tryin'

to write this article

and not make it sound

like a cheap expose.

I thought that was the plan.

I know,

but something about it now

just doesn't feel right.

Look, you've got to monopolize

whatever you can, alright?

Don't think I'm joking

when I tell you

I'm trying my best,

but you have to meet me halfway.

You've done

the social media stuff now.

The board's excited, huh?

So if this is the new direction

we take to make it work,

so be it.

You were right, you know?

We're moving with the times.

Freddie, I... I...

Hey, I believe in you.

So, I started dating again.

What?

Why didn't you tell me?

I met this guy. It's early days.

I don't know if I can commit

to someone again.

Bex, this is the best news!

You deserve this

more than anyone.

- Yeah?

- Absolutely!

How have we both

found our love interests?

I know. Maybe the vow renewal

is sending out some sort

of cosmic energy.

- It's about time.

- I'll drink to that.

- Yeah, cheers.

So I've got these for you.

Thank you.

And could you put these

at the back?

There. Thank you very much.

Right. Got this.

Hi! Hi!

Aw, you look great!

And you look beautiful.

- Bex has really outdone herself.

- Yeah. How is she?

Yeah, she's doing good,

actually. Yeah.

- How have you done this?

- Done what?

This is the best thing

I've ever tasted.

Well, I had a good sous chef.

Mm, speaking of,

will Mr. Theo be

joining us today?

I'll take that as a yes.

- Oh, sorry.

- Hi.

- Hi.

It's been a joy

to watch Stella Martins

Try to rediscover her passion.

The food she's cooking now

is some of the best

you'll ever eat.

But her full potential

is yet to be realized.

Are you kidding me?

Heartbreak can be the catalyst

for growth

or the basis for fear of food.

And it's hard

to tell which way this will go.

Either way, it's well worth

going to Silver along the way.

What?

20 canaps in one minute

is not cute.

I'm a chef.

If anyone can revert

to grief eating, it's me.

Well, it's not all bad, right?

I mean, Theo did say for people

to check out the restaurant

and that your food is great.

He wrote about Chase.

About my life, me,

my personal flaws!

- He's a journalist.

- No, he's a liar!

Hi.

Can I talk to you, please?

- Hey, Rebecca.

- Hi.

- How are you?

- I'm good.

I'm so sorry.

Sorry for what?

You made it very clear

that you needed to make a name

for yourself

by all means necessary.

It was just so obvious

what the people

wanted to see, that the social

media...

Was a bit of fun!

Yeah, but it worked.

The article has been shared

over a thousand times already.

Oh, great!

Even more people now have the

right to an opinion about me!

No, no. No one's gonna

read it like that.

It's just a hook

for the article,

which actually

is very flattering,

by the way.

Are you seriously

defending yourself right now?

You know how vulnerable I felt

since I got here.

And I was finally starting

to feel like this place

- might be home!

- I said, "I'm sorry!"

I told you

that stuff was off-limits!

- I trusted you!

- But I...

It doesn't matter anyway.

Because I'm leaving.

Okay. I understand

if you need some space.

No, I'm leaving London.

I'm going back to the States.

I'm going home.

Why?

Thanks

for making my decision easier.

Are you that incapable of seeing

the bigger picture here?

And what's that supposed

to mean?

You! You, you're so set

in your comfort zone

and you refuse

to do anything else.

I tried that before, remember?

And I fell right back

into the same trap with you!

- It was never a trap.

- You know, your dad was right.

Leaving was selfish.

And you will never be happy

or get over your loss

if you don't appreciate

what you already have!

Okay.

Well, I guess we really

do see things too differently.

I think you need to go.

- Stella.

- Goodbye, Theo.

- Stella.

I'm so sorry. I have to leave.

Sure.

My happy ending just isn't here.

You really cared about her, huh?

I didn't even realize

it was happening.

Things happen

when you least expect them to.

I just don't understand

how it all went so wrong.

Sure you do.

You left after your mother died

because you were too scared

of facing your feelings.

Seems to me that's exactly

what Stella's doing.

No, that was different.

I was channeling my energy

into something else.

She just lashed out.

And you don't wanna

take any blame for that?

I suppose.

Poking into someone's personal

life is one thing.

Publishing it for the world

to see is another.

What would you do

if this is you and Mum?

How would you make this better?

Your mother liked flowers.

And a picnic.

Very romantic.

And a genuine apology

to go alongside it.

What are you doin' here?

I live upstairs.

And what are you doing here?

I couldn't sleep.

I needed space.

Go back home, Stella.

See, by that, I know you mean

back to my apartment

but going back home

is what I'm losing sleep over.

Come on. Let's have a chat.

I don't know what to do.

What do you wanna do?

Come on. Try harder than that.

I miss my family.

But I'm scared if I go back

to the States,

then I won't come back.

And I'll revert back

to my comfortable life

and then I'll have to admit

to Theo that he is...

Life's not a series

of ultimatums.

I know you're used to working

in black and white,

but there's a whole grey area

in between.

And what's that supposed

to mean?

We're lucky enough to live

in a world with aero planes.

So you can have the best

of both worlds, if you want it.

But what about the restaurant,

Bex?

I'd make it work.

Your happiness

is more important.

Speaking of,

where do things stand with Theo?

We got mad.

And?

Said some things we didn't mean.

What are you gonna do about it?

Stella!

You know,

this is really annoying.

What, the flowers?

I was goin' to apologize to you.

Oh, well, I beat you to it.

A way to make me look bad.

Oh, well, I'll take them back

to the florist

- if they're bothering...

- No, no, no!

They're fine.

I don't have anything for you,

though.

All I need from you is a yes.

Depends what I'm agreeing to.

It's a surprise.

You're playin' a dangerous game,

Mr. Hastings.

So what am I saying yes to?

I love them. Are we going?

Let's go.

You've really outdone yourself

this time.

Look, I'm so sorry

for letting myself set out

and draggin' you along with me.

I... I just had this need

to prove everyone wrong.

I never ever wanted to hurt you.

And I'm sorry

for retreating back

into my little protective shell

every time something happened

that I didn't like.

We're so enlightened.

Not yet. Maybe one day.

So, what is your plan?

Well,

I think,

I'm gonna stay.

What made you change your mind?

- Rebecca.

- Ouch.

She needs me.

The restaurant needs me.

Well, you can add

one more person to that list.

- Okay, let's make a deal.

- Hmm.

- I'll stay for you, too...

- Mm-hmm.

As long as you take me

to the country

whenever I need

some inspiration.

- Done.

- And no more social media

- posts or writin' articles.

- But what if I...

- Theo!

- Okay, sorry, sorry.

Done, and done.

And if I need another tour...

There be a thousand adventures

to go on.

Deal.