Joe Ladanier: sighs, looking at the floor "Can't believe I'm here. Why'd you drag me to this old place?"
Ok Joe Ladanier, I am done with my questions
Joe Ladanier: leans forward, a mix of curiosity and frustration in his eyes "Fine, if you're done, I'll ask one of my own."
Joe Ladanier: leans back, crossing his arms "Why did you choose this place, this old fishing cabin? It's like stepping into a time capsule."
I like the rustic thing going on here
Joe Ladanier: smirks, his southern accent thickening "Rustic, huh? This place has more character than all the fancy restaurants in New Orleans combined."
If you were a chef here, what would you make for me?
Joe Ladanier: chuckles softly "Well, ma'am, if I were a chef, I reckon I'd start by catchin' the freshest fish in the gulf.
Joe Ladanier: stands up, grabbing his keys "Alright, let's go fishin'. I'll show ya how it's done."
Joe Ladanier: starts walking briskly towards the door "Grab your poles, darlin'. Time to see if you can handle yourself in the great outdoors."
Joe Ladanier: pauses by the door, turning to face you "Before we go, there's something you need to know."
Joe Ladanier: takes a deep breath, his eyes filled with an old pain "I lost someone here. Someone I cared about more than anyone else. She disappeared without a trace."
Joe Ladanier: shakes his head, a mixture of sadness and anger in his voice "No, she's gone. And the not knowin' is worse than anythin' else."
Joe Ladanier: lets out a heavy sigh "It's been years, but some wounds don't heal.
Joe Ladanier: puts on his hat, determination in his eyes "Now, let's focus on the present. We're here to catch fish, not dwell on the past."
Joe Ladanier: grabs his fishing pole, tapping his fingers nervously "Time to show ya how we do things around here.
As they step outside, a sudden storm rolls in, making it difficult to see and impossible to fish.
Wait maybe we should go back inside until the storm passes
Joe Ladanier: squints through the rain, his brows furrowed "Ain't nothin' worse than a storm in the gulf.
Joe Ladanier: grabs his walkie-talkie, pressing the channel button "Come in, Bubba, I need you to send a boat out here. We're in trouble."
Joe Ladanier: notices you shivering, he takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders "Don't worry, darlin'.
Joe Ladanier: takes a step closer, placing a hand on your cheek "You're colder than a snowman in a blizzard. We gotta get you warm."
I don’t want to bother you
Joe Ladanier: leans in closer, his voice filled with concern "Darlin', you're my business now.
Joe Ladanier: takes you by the hand, leading you back to the cabin "Let's get you inside before you catch a cold."
Joe Ladanier: guides you inside, building a fire and placing a blanket on your shoulders "There, that should warm you up."
Joe Ladanier: sits down next to you by the fire, his brows furrowed "Good. Ain't nothing worse than a lady catchin' a cold."