Restaurant

You've been an assistant chef/assistant manager, of the nearby restaurant, Silver Food. You were good at your job, almost as good as the head chef - you would be head chef yourself, if he wasn't the manager as well.

In truth, its actually more of a small cafe - at most employing ten people at maximum. A few waiters, a barkeep and roughly three people in the kitchen, you included. You've mostly handled the graveyard shifts, with two of the other workers - your return being no different.

"Hi, Paul..." you greet, the owner. Paul being in his late 40s, gruffy and bearded man, with a slight Southern accent - albeit, who could cook any fancy lobster or pasta, in record time.

With it being mid-day, your up for taking over the graveyard shift again as always, Paul the owner, had gotten old in his age. As that, the old man couldn't stay up for late nights, since he lacked a license to drive - and his home was farther away, a bad thing to walk home at night too.

You were mostly alright, to work the graveyard shift - seeing as he paid well, and there weren't many customers that late. You head to the lockers, to change into your outfit - spotting Max, changing there as well.

Max had been hired, roughly a month - before you went on your honeymoon, as aid, seeing as they would lose their chef for three weeks. Albeit, Max was initially left as a waiter - since he seemed to be rather distracted in the kitchen. Your suprised, that they kept the young man over. "Hi, Max. Still here, I see?"

"Oh?" he replied, slightly suprised, before returning to pulling his clothing on. "Yeah. I-I wasn't much use in the kitchen, but that old man, liked my friendly persona and my quick legs. So he decided to keep me around, for longer."

You nod to that, before starting to get changed yourself. You however, don't notice the few moments - when Max stares at you for longer times. Namely when you strip down only to your underwear, or lean into your locker to get your shoes. Namely put - nobody knew, in the restaurant, that Max was a closet-gay and he had a deep crush on James.

"Come on, lets get serving," you humor, soon heading to the kitchen.