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A sprinkle of sesame seeds, wiping some sauce off from the edges of the plates, and it was done. Teriyaki chicken on wild rice, grilled veggies and to the surprise of his company, there was a strawberry mousse in the fridge, waiting for them to be ready to enjoy it. Being a chef wasn’t always the best job, but it certainly did leave him with an advantage when it came to courting new partners. After all, who didn’t love a home cooked meal for the third date? Or the first date even being one where he’d talked with the chef of that restaurant beforehand, so they didn’t even need to guess to what would be good? Carrying the plates to the table, he put hers in front of her, before he put down his, so he could sit back down again. “So, bon appetite.” He told her, proud of his food. “Would you like some more wine? or are you still good?”Â
