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.

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sense she’s gearing up for something more than a simple question

um, I just wanted to say, Anton’s pretty awesome, isn’t

the kitchen, where Anton is in full chef-mode, effortlessly

transformation still surprises me—a clean-shaven man in crisp chef

first walked into my restaurant was a distant relative and not

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

days, but we all really like him. He’s

a part

“That’s fantastic to hear, Daisy. I’m really glad

walks out of the stockroom, his arms laden with bags of flour

to him. At first, Karl and Anton were

even willing to entertain the idea of letting Anton work

as to pay for Anton’s lodging. But these past few days, I

sec?” I catch his eye, and he obliges, dropping the bags

a quizzical look

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