The sun had already set when Jayden arrived at the Black Claw Restaurant. The heavy doors of the building parted with their signature smooth whisper, granting Jayden entry into the cathedral of culinary excess.
The receptionist—the same sharp-eyed woman, recognized him immediately. Her professional smile widened into genuine warmth.
"Welcome back, sir. Chef Moreau is in the inspection kitchen, as always. You can head straight back."
"Thanks," Jayden said, offering a polite nod before navigating the familiar, sensory-overloading tasting corridor.
