log: caspar & dietre; an audition
Of course, by the time that Thursday rolled around, the pianist's audition was far from Caspar's mind. Thursdays were inherently bland, nothing good came from Thursdays. They could lull stagnant and bleak or swell with dewy promise, and although they were rarely indicative of the coming weekend, Thursdays always made Caspar feel like he was waiting on the coming surge of a storm. It was entirely his personality to favor the molten chaos of weekend business. Caspar liked the restaurant business in the same way that he liked fast cars, race tracks, and flirting with perfect strangers. It was all risky, and when one wasn't careful, the consequences could be quite grave. But Capullo de Rosa was doing brilliantly. There was no fear of crashing and burning here. As far as trajectories to success went, it was utterly smooth sailing here. So halcyon, and so fucking boring.
Caspar was a creature of habit, although mostly bad ones. He didn't do well with back offices, he much rather preferred the limelight. Which was why he kept to the bar and lounge for the most part when he was at the restaurant. Better to be seen, and it was where he thrived, making toasts and giving away new bottles of Syrah to his favorites. There was something almost courtly about the fell of it, where he presided over all. But if it was a court, now all of the players were at rest. They wouldn't open for a couple of hours, but there were many things to do other than wait.
He sat at the bar, dictating an email aloud to a young assistant who was hashing away furiously on her phone. Caspar's idea of casual was going without a tie, but he was otherwise suited in blue. The jacket and slacks were a much deeper indigo while the linen shirt underneath was very pale and mostly buttoned except for the top two spots. When a hostess approached to announce that somebody had come for an audition, Caspar recalled the pianist. He waved off his assistant. "Bring him on back." As for the piano itself, it was situated at the back end, by the bar, and was currently draped with a heavy sheet to prevent an unwanted gathering of dust.