Elina (ilmatar) wrote in morningstar_mnr, @ 2010-06-30 23:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | avery, emily |
La Fee Verte, Wednesday night
Only a handful of chefs and a couple of waiters remained in the restaurant. It was already almost 3AM, but finally the thorough cleaning of the restaurant was finished. Everyone was tired, and especially the chefs were sweaty, dirty and a little cranky.
Emily let the others go, but she stayed back to check every oven, fridge, freezer, and double and triple checked that the gas was definitely turned off.
"Are you going to stay the night here, or what?" asked Thomas Avery, who leaned against the door frame, and held his black suit jacket hanging over his shoulder.
"No, no, I'm almost done," Emily answered, opened the oven doors, and took a final glance around. "Alright. Let's go."
"I could have left almost an hour ago, you know," Thomas mumbled as he turned and walked out of La Fee Verte's back door with Emily at his heel.
"Don't exaggerate, you just came up from the wine cellar yourself," Emily sniped back. "Well, that's it. Back in business in August," she said mostly to the restaurant itself while she locked the door behind her.
"Where is your precious knight in security uniform anyway?" Thomas asked as they headed towards his car.
"Probably at home sleeping. I didn't want to keep him up since I couldn't even say at what time I would need a lift," Emily explained, and stifled a yawn. She smelled of detergents and sweat, her hair was damp and there was black dirt under her fingernails. Cleaning the kitchen from ceiling to floor was raw work.
"He's so spineless anyway he probably would have stayed up all night just to pick you up from work, if you would have asked," Thomas pointed out and unlocked the doors of his car.
"And you're so spineless and insecure you keep on bribing your girl. When are you leaving for, where was it, Barbados?" Emily asked when she sat in the car.
"4th July," he answered ignoring the comment back at him, and started the car.
"Oh, that's a strange day to go."
"Neither one of us are American. If Estrella wants to, she has time to see the parade or whatever since the flight doesn't go until the evening. What about you? Any plans, other than the book?"
"We're going to New York. I made a table reservation to Per Se, actually," Emily smirked, and was sure to get an appreciative response from Thomas.
"Per Se? For once you do something worth while. Are you sure Vincenzo is the right person to take with you there?"
"Shut up, of course he is. He'll love the experience, and I can't think of anyone else I'd rather share a special event with, ever."
"Could you not be so icky and romantic? I'm trying to drive," Thomas grumbled as he headed for the Manor.