#anonymoushetalian

The little restaurant was full of quiet chatter, the busiest hours of the New Orleans morning finally over. Mattieu was helping his uncle wipe down some of the tables, fixing the flowers, folding napkins.. He hadn't been here in a while since he lived in Vegas now, school keeping him from Louisiana except during the occasional long break and during the summer. Now that he graduated he had a while to relax until he threw himself into college. He looked up as the tiny bells attached to the doors mingled, smiling at the person entering. "Good morning!" The young man called, straightening up.