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…

for something more than a

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

is in full chef-mode, effortlessly instructing John on how to sear

to perfection. His transformation still surprises me—a clean-shaven

was a distant relative

How’s he

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

too. I’m glad that he’s a part

make me grin. “That’s fantastic to hear, Daisy. I’m really

the stockroom, his arms laden with bags of

to him. At first, Karl and Anton were like oil and

even willing to entertain the idea of

pay for Anton’s lodging. But

put those down for a sec?” I catch his eye, and he

a quizzical look on

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