58: Alchemy in Cooking
Darius climbed the stairs and was seated on the second floor dining room. There was no one. Only him and four plain looking tables. He then sat at the corner table facing the stairs.
"Please kindly wait for your order, sir." The waitress bowed respectfully and went down to the kitchen below.
'Does she work here because of me?' A pang of guilt lingered in his heart upon reminiscing the morning incident. 'I will apologize to her later.'
Moments later, the young lady appeared from the stairs with a tray full of dishes in her dainty hands. There was no awkward movement from her, not even clatter of ceramic wares was heard when she approached.
Darius was intrigued by her sudden change of appearance. She tied her long, wavy hair into a high bun. Two long wisps hair cascade freely on her either side. She lowered the maid outfit a bit to further emphasize her petite shoulders and slender neck as well as her fair skin of her chest region.