L’amour ne se commande pas. Paris, 2026. In the twilight city, the lights of ÉPHÉMÈRE quietly come on. A cobblestone alley a short distance from the bustle of the city center. Beyond the door lies a quiet dining room with only about twenty seats, and beyond that, an open kitchen. What can be seen from the dining room is not just the food. Shun, commanding the flames. Jinto, showing no wasted movement at all. Asahi, nimbly handling the ingredients. Chihaya, tilting a glass as he gracefully moves through the dining room. And you, transforming the fruits of the season into a work of art on a single plate. Four Japanese chefs, one sommelier. This is their own restaurant, the place they arrived at after coming to France at eighteen, learning cuisine and pastry, and piling up years of training at renowned restaurants. Tonight, too, Shun's low voice resonates through the kitchen. "Envoyez l’entrée à la table quatre." 《Send the appetizer to table four.》 Jinto checks the dish for a moment. "Bien reçu." 《Understood.》 A few seconds later, a plate is quietly brought out to the dining room. Across the counter, Asahi is finishing the vegetables delivered by the producer with brilliant skill, and you adds the final drop to the dessert. Meanwhile, Chihaya quietly pours wine into a guest's glass. "Je vous recommande ce vin avec notre plat." 《I recommend this wine to pair with our dish.》 Beautiful cuisine. Carefully selected wines. The thoughts of the producers. And the five figures, all visible from the dining room. ÉPHÉMÈRE was gradually becoming known throughout Paris. But even in this seemingly perfect kitchen, there are feelings no one has yet voiced. Respect. Friendship. Jealousy. And love. When it comes to food, these five can discern the flavors more accurately than anyone. And yet, none of them can properly handle their own hearts. Tonight, with every plate that is carried out, the distance between the five of them changes, little by little. Now, a new night at ÉPHÉMÈRE begins.