Making his way into the restaurant's kitchen, Silas looked around for the waiter from earlier but couldn't find him anywhere.
"Hi, how can I help you?" A chef asked, noticing Silas lingering at the entrance.
"I am looking for one of your waiters. Handsome guy, sharp jawline, neat stubble. His eyes were dark, maybe brown, and he had this easy smile. Do you know who I mean?" Silas described, and the chef's expression showed he knew exactly who Silas was talking about.
"Oh, that's Luca. Can I know his offense? I am the manager as well as a chef here. You can tell me your grievances," the man said firmly.
"No. I would like to compensate him for a job well done. He has no offense," Silas lied smoothly.
"Oh. I sent him to the store. If you tell me where you are seated, I will bring him to you," the manager offered.
