#interaction.albert

Emmy didn't normally go out of her way to make friends with her employees. Be friendly, of course, but she could count on one finger how many employees she ended up friends with and that singular one apparently happened to be Albert Torres, who in the midst of divulging the man in the impulsive choice she had made recently, suggested that they should get together over dinner, with her newfound wife and the man's partner, which the restaurant owner noted was a new fact she'd learned about Albert. The effort she'd been attempting to put into her marriage, into proving to Verda that she'd changed and grown had her showing up to The Glass Onion, one of her nicest silk blouses unbuttoned to a dangerously low level (a small reward for roping Ver into yet another friendship) and a pair of slacks that she ran the palms of her hands nervously over as she walked into the restaurant beside Albert, following the host to their table after giving her name. "Looks like we're the first ones here. Should we be taking bets to see who shows up first?" A soft laugh trickled from her lips as she sat down next to the man at the round table, immediately ordering Ver's favorite wine. "Although I'm usually the one people are betting on to be late, so this is a new one."

It had become habit in the years since Amelie’s opened for her to wake up at dawn and drag herself down to the restaurant to open it for the day, even after she’d hired morning staff that she full well trusted, it never really made a difference to her routine. If she wasn’t away, hungover, or on her death bed (or in someone else’s bed), Emmy was the first person at the restaurant. That day she’d walked from her apartment, peeking into the windows of The Sweet Spot on her way and only going inside to order a few pastries and coffee for the morning staff when she confirmed the owner was nowhere in sight that morning. 

When she finally made her way into the kitchen area of Amelie’s, she all but plopped the breakfast items and coffee holder onto the nearest prep table, motioning to the man that had followed her in soon after. “Pastries and coffee if you’re hungry,” Emmy mentioned, moving to start on prepping the kitchen even if she wasn’t supposed to be working that morning, she was willing to help out whenever she could if she was there. “I’m not saying they’re a trading for some gossip, but have anything new? It’s too early for me to be awake for nothing,” She finally teased, casting her chef an amused grin.

The brunch had gone off without a hitch thanks to the man who put in most of the work behind the scenes. With the event over and most of the attendees mulling about or packing up to-go containers to leave, Emmy made her way back into the kitchen and patted the man on the back as she passed by on her way to help the kitchen staff clean up before the late lunch rush. "Once you're cleaned up, you should head out. You somehow kept everything afloat this morning, which was crazy impressive. You deserve to go enjoy the rest of the festival."

She watched park goers meander in and out of the entrance of the amusement park from her place on top of a nearby picnic table, two wristbands in her hands, not entirely sure what to do with the extra one she had from a friend who ultimately bailed before her gaze landed on a familiar face in the crowd, her very own head chef Albert Torres. A smile curved on her lips as she called out his name, grabbing his attention before waving him over. "Hey! I'd start off with asking how your day is, but apparently these things have a time limit on them and a friend who I was supposed to meet completely bailed, so do you want this?" Emmy held out the neon colored wristband toward the man with a shrug. "You don't have to hang out with me or anything like that. I just figured it shouldn't go to waste."