Abby

It’s been a few days since Anton first stepped into my restaurant, and already Anton is fitting in perfectly

with the team.

That morning when I walked into the restaurant, not knowing whether I had been taken for a fool or not,

now seems so distant. Anton and John are running like a well-oiled machine, and the customers have

never been happier. I’ve decided that today, at the end of the day, I’m going to offer Anton a full-time

position here.

“Abby, table six wants to know if we can make the duck confit gluten-free?” Daisy asks me.

“We can do that. Just make sure to mention it might take a bit longer,” I reply, jotting down an order for the

kitchen staff.

Enter title…

gearing up for something more than a simple

“Hey, um, I just wanted to say,

in full chef-mode, effortlessly instructing John on

perfection. His transformation still surprises me—a clean-shaven man in crisp chef whites, as if

walked into my restaurant was a

smile. “Yeah, he is. How’s he fitting in with

“I know it’s only been a few days, but we all really like

I’m glad that he’s a

fantastic to hear, Daisy. I’m really

out of the stockroom, his arms laden with bags of flour that seem like they

to him. At first, Karl and Anton

that Karl was even willing to entertain the

for Anton’s lodging. But these

I catch his

with a quizzical look

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