𝑯𝒖𝒏𝒕.

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@FlySerpentine — pretty. Beautiful wasn’t the appropriate word for it, either. She was so much more.]

Pretty isn’t the correct word. It’s inadequate, but you also took notice of my work. I like that. I’m new here.

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@FlySerpentine [My head tilts to one side as she snaps a photo. I could understand it, wanting to take a picture of something so pretty. And it was pretty.

My lips curled up into a small smile and I chuckled.] I don’t do it with everyone, no.

[My eyes fall into her face. She was more than —

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@FlySerpentine — I got it. You can take another table. [I stepped back out, the place still mostly empty at this time.

I walked with confidence and set the place before her, smiling.] I hope I didn’t take too long.

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@FlySerpentine — coming back to earth. I plated the French toast, deciding on the more classic powdered version. The whip cream was homemade using real vanilla bean. I topped it off with caramelized figs and pears.

I stepped back, wiping my hands and snatching the plate before Cindy could.] —

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@FlySerpentine [I gave her another nod, dark brown eyes giving her a once over. I adjust the sleeve of my coat.]

Please, call me Hunt. I will get right on your dish, Ms… [I tilt my head to one side, waiting for her name.]

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@FlySerpentine — her second question, slipping my hands behind my back.]

Two slices of thick brioche, soaked in a vanilla custard. You have the option of a caramelized crust powdered sugar. The fruits change with the season so we’re showcasing persimmon, figs, and pears right now.

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@FlySerpentine [I blinked down at her for a moment before chuckling, shaking my head.] No- uh, she’s not new, but it’s always scary when there’s a change in management.

[I lean forward, whispering playfully.] She gets nervous around me, though I don’t know why. [I straightened and nodded at —

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@FlySerpentine — tables. She nodded yes, her eyebrows raising as if to urge me forward.

I rubbed my hands together, placing them behind my back and walking over with a charming smile.] Hello. Cindy said you wanted to speak with me?

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@FlySerpentine [I had only moved to town a couple of weeks ago. Settling in was starting to become easier to me with every move. The last city had been my home for six years.

I was hoping this one would last longer. I turned to the waitress, raising a brow before pointing at one of the —

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“When running feels like the only option, that’s when you stop.”

Hunter Everett Kane.

— chef. human. motorcycle enthusiast. mdni.