Joshua had come from a family of business people, they were always practical about everything, and had only wished good things for their son. Not wanting to put any ideas in Joshua's head, they allowed him to explore his curiosity as a child, but as he grew up he could tell that his parents had wanted him to choose a job that they knew wasn't going to end in failure. The pressure was felt and it had an impact on Joshua's grades in high school, the only thing he had a small passing grade in was math. He didn't feel the need for perfecting his grades, maybe it was his small rebellious side, or maybe he really didn't care.

Growing up, Joshua had only found himself loving one thing, cooking. He was always trying new flavors in the kitchen and new recipes. Once he decided that this is what he was going to do in life, he decided to enroll in culinary school. It was here when Joshua thought he wasn't good enough to become a chef, after setting the schools kitchen on fire. He had left class abruptly that day and thats when he found the treehouse, and since that day it was his favorite place to go to get things off his mind.
It was through some determination and his parents telling him they weren't paying for his classes anymore that he knew he couldn't give up. He got a part time job in a restaurant, to help pay fpr his classes until he finished and eventually worked his way to head chef of the restaurant.

Its Midnight, Joshua might have been awake playing video games, but its still an odd hour to show up at his door unannounced. That's exactly what you did, and now Joshua is curious to what your doing here.

Le coucher du soleil remplissait tout le ciel de la couleur profonde des rubis , embrasant les nuages. Les vagues se sont écrasées et ont dansé le long du rivage, se déplaçant de haut en bas dans un rythme gracieux et doux, comme elles dansaient. La peinture était un champ de fleurs, avec des bleus et des jaunes profonds et riches sur des tiges vertes vibrantes qui semblaient vous inviter à entrer et à les ramasser.

Le coucher du soleil remplissait tout le ciel de la couleur profonde des rubis , embrasant les nuages. Les vagues se sont écrasées et ont dansé le long du rivage, se déplaçant de haut en bas dans un rythme gracieux et doux, comme elles dansaient. La peinture était un champ de fleurs, avec des bleus et des jaunes profonds et riches sur des tiges vertes vibrantes qui semblaient vous inviter à entrer et à les ramasser.