04-09-2019, 05:59 PM
Checking the stock took longer than Raffe expected. He made the orders and helped Carmen begin sorting through the list of other necessary jobs to prepare for the club’s opening. Habit ran cloths over the bar and cleaned sparkling glasses diligently. He took the shower skipped that morning and lingered an inordinately long time before donning the fresh tshirt draped in his hands. By now some of Kallisti’s regular performers were flitting about the club, giggling and conspiratorial about the show brewing in the theatre. Raffe grinned and teased in kind, content to be left outside the secret. Some time later Amaya’s message beeped his phone, rousing curiosity. He turned the screen around. “See what?”
They laughed. He followed the girls up, but inhaled the scent of food long before they reached the top of the stairs. A hungry grumble lurched deep in his stomach. Something else struck him too, harder to define, but it was forgotten as they trailed into one of the empty rooms. A grin perked his lips before he even noticed the unusual method of cooking. He hovered in the doorway. “Room for one more?”
They laughed. He followed the girls up, but inhaled the scent of food long before they reached the top of the stairs. A hungry grumble lurched deep in his stomach. Something else struck him too, harder to define, but it was forgotten as they trailed into one of the empty rooms. A grin perked his lips before he even noticed the unusual method of cooking. He hovered in the doorway. “Room for one more?”