Patroclus blushed again. He got hit on all night every night, but rarely by anyone he was even halfway interested in. This was very nice.
The chefs took their sweet time to leave, but finally they made their way out the door, one of them tossing him an amused look since Patroclus' plans with the remaining patron were pretty obvious. Patroclus flipped him off on his way out.
"Right. Care to join me in the back? Should I fix you a drink first?"