The bustling atmosphere in Hell's Kitchen had returned to its usual rhythm, but something felt off. The night's service was in full swing, and as always, the team moved with practiced precision. The clinking of silverware, the hum of conversation, and the occasional burst of laughter filled the air. Yet, beneath the surface, a strange tension simmered.
Lucien stood in the VIP area, keeping a close eye on the guests. His keen senses picked up on the subtle changes in behavior among the staff. Lyra, in particular, was acting strangely. Normally efficient and focused, tonight she seemed almost exuberant, practically bouncing between tables. Her usual fiery temper was replaced with an unusual cheerfulness, her laughter ringing out more frequently than usual. She waited on the VIPs with a fervor that Lucien found both amusing and suspicious.