While she explained just what he’d be doing, and which berries went with which, he was hyper focused. He nodded his head as he repeated what she said mentally, committing it to memory. He could easily plate things, he had worked that position hundreds of times before. Hell, he loved doing it especially when making meals for Emilia. As the first tray was slid in front of him, he did just as he was instructed. Three half strawberries on each, and worked on down the line.
Tate picked it up quickly, not stopping even as she spoke to him. He could multitask with the best of them. “Oh, no problem. It’s excellent actually.” He admitted with an easy shrug of his shoulders before he was continuing. “I actually just wanted to meet you, officially. I just happened to be headed out to find a job, my savings accounting is getting low and while I’ve paid a few months in advance, I know it won’t hold forever.” He had felt the urge to explain that he was good for his rent, he had not wanted to put Persephone out if he couldn’t cover his half. He knew he could always ask Quin for help but getting a job was more important. He couldn’t borrow from his step-mother, it just wasn’t right to him.
“I love waking up to the smell of the bakery. It’s one of the best ways to wake up, this has to be my favorite flat I’ve had so far.” He absolutely loved the smell first thing in the morning. It beat hearing traffic and a busy city. There were also worse establishments to live above, he felt lucky he’d found that ad.