Brend was in the kitchen, working the line just how he liked. He was doing double duty as pastry and expediter, and it was busy. He saw his maitre'd flirting and giggling with a guy up front and he had a waiter go get her. That shit wouldn't fly. He couldn't have her distracted all night, and she should know that.
When the maitre'd came back, her cheeks were as red as her hair. He smiled at her and calmly informed her to bring the customer to the back, seat him at the chef's table - let him know it was a big honor - and he'd give him a tasting menu for the price of an entree. He'd take the loss on one customer to keep the rest of the dining area running smoothly.