Daddy Black dropped the tongs. They clattered against the grill with a sound like a gong. He slowly turned, crossing his arms over his chest, his brow furrowed in that signature look of parental disbelief that had launched a thousand memes.
Kaell Fernandes emerged from the sliding glass door, but he wasn’t carrying spices. He was holding his phone at a precise 45-degree angle, his face perfectly lit by a ring light he’d somehow dragged onto the deck. Kaell Fernandes & Daddy Black
"Stop saying 'no cap' and go get the plates," Daddy Black grumbled, though a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. Daddy Black dropped the tongs
"Aesthetic?" Daddy Black repeated, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "You’re worried about the 'aesthetic' while the ribs are out here suffering? You’re out here doing a little dance for the internet, and I’m out here fighting for my life against this charcoal!" Kaell Fernandes emerged from the sliding glass door,
"See? I got you," Kaell said, trying to regain his cool. "Teamwork makes the dream work."
"Look at that technique," Kaell narrated, leaning into the frame. "The master at work. Best BBQ in the city, no cap."
Kaell laughed, finally turning the camera off. For the rest of the afternoon, the only thing that mattered wasn't the views or the likes—it was the food, the sun, and the loud, booming laughter of Daddy Black.