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…

up for something more than a

“Hey, um, I just wanted to say, Anton’s pretty

Anton is in full chef-mode, effortlessly instructing John on

still surprises me—a clean-shaven man

who first walked into my restaurant was a distant

How’s

only been a few days, but we all really like him.

I’m glad that he’s a part of our little family

fantastic to hear, Daisy. I’m really glad you

if on cue, Karl walks out of the stockroom, his arms laden with bags of flour that seem like

At first, Karl and Anton were like oil

entertain the idea of letting Anton work here, let alone

for Anton’s lodging. But these past few days, I think

catch his eye, and he obliges, dropping the bags onto

a quizzical look on his

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