[ said simply, quietly. not the family part. never the family part. but her smile is there, understanding the starving, the bad days. she'd taken care of those days herself.
she leads hawke into the hot pot restaurant, which boasts cushioned faux leather stools around marble tables with in-set gas stoves. the lights are dim because each of the fixtures has a red sconce around it, dulling the intensity. at the back of the restaurant is a wall of ingredients abutted by long steel tables, where waiters bustle back and forth picking up ingredient trays and bringing them back to tables.
there is no host station, only a podium with a touch-screen that reflects which tables are occupied and which are not. ]
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[ said simply, quietly. not the family part. never the family part. but her smile is there, understanding the starving, the bad days. she'd taken care of those days herself.
she leads hawke into the hot pot restaurant, which boasts cushioned faux leather stools around marble tables with in-set gas stoves. the lights are dim because each of the fixtures has a red sconce around it, dulling the intensity. at the back of the restaurant is a wall of ingredients abutted by long steel tables, where waiters bustle back and forth picking up ingredient trays and bringing them back to tables.
there is no host station, only a podium with a touch-screen that reflects which tables are occupied and which are not. ]