ARNAULT.

ㅤ “You all loved Marius. So tell me, how did he taste?” ㅤ

⠀ “Don't fret.” Drifted through the metal door was Romand's voice. “You brought this upon yourselves.” ⠀

⠀ Romand slowed just enough to answer without turning around. "I need to inspect and prepare some of our newer ingredients.” His tone was casual, almost absent-minded. "I'll be away for a little while. The cooks can handle the kitchen until I return.” ⠀

⠀ "...Did Chef Rome just tell me to rest?" he muttered under his breath, as though saying it aloud might make it sound more believable. ⠀

⠀ None of them questioned it further. After all, weekends at Eversoul Bistro were demanding. It wasn't unusual to feel exhausted after days of nonstop service. ⠀

⠀ A yawn escaped Élie in the pantry. Besides him, Arnault rubbed at his eyes while waiting for the next course to leave the kitchen. Archer nearly called the wrong table number before catching himself at the last second. ⠀

⠀ Afternoon. I believe you've all worked hard since the grand reopening, and I thought it's only appropriate to invite you all to a thoughtful dinner in my apartment after shift tonight. Do not think about work. Tonight, you're all my guests. — Romand ⠀