Kyle, Are You Dating?

The next day, Maison Montbell opened for business as usual.

Yesterday's events had been anything but normal, but in any case, the restaurant opened its doors.

Uncle Bernard had called someone in to repair the study door Marie had kicked in and wrecked; Elysia had been preparing for the day's business as usual since morning, and Marie had been inspecting the dining hall and whipping her servers into shape as though nothing had happened.

The problem was me.

I entered the kitchen much earlier than usual.

I checked the stock for no reason, examined the consistency of the sauces, and checked the meat's aging process.

I did it all over again even though everything had already been finished the day before.

If I wasn't keeping my hands busy, the study kept coming to mind.

The warmth of the two women's lips from yesterday kept flashing through my thoughts.

I muttered to myself while tasting the soup...