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…

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

I just wanted to say, Anton’s pretty awesome,

glance toward the kitchen, where Anton is in full chef-mode, effortlessly instructing John

clean-shaven man

my restaurant was a distant relative and

“Yeah, he is. How’s

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

glad that he’s a part of our little

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

cue, Karl walks out of the stockroom, his arms laden

At first, Karl and Anton were

was surprised that Karl was even willing to entertain the idea of letting Anton work here, let alone

for Anton’s lodging. But these past

I catch his eye, and he obliges,

quizzical look on his

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