The city air was sharp and biting, every inhale leaving my lungs tingling. I pulled my jacket tighter, trying to brace.
As soon as I walked through the restaurant doors, the chaos hit me. The clatter of dishes, the hiss of the stove, and, above all, the piercing voice of Silas screaming from the kitchen. My stomach twisted in anticipation, and I quickly changed into my uniform, trying to blend into the familiar motions of the busy floor.
The day was as long and draining as ever, and Silas made sure it didn't get any easier. He prowled the kitchen with an air of irritation, eyes scanning for any mistake I might make. I had been careful lately, keeping my distance, avoiding him whenever possible. But he knew and it made him furious.
I thought maybe today would go smoothly. I had been cautious, avoiding errors. But the universe didn't seem to care about my plans.
