Her Home, His Heart | ✓

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♪♪ Risin up straight to the top

Had the guts, got the glory

Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop

Just a man and his will to survive ♪♪

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ[Eye of the Tiger] - [Survivor]

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Esmé stood in front of Silver Palace, taking in the comfort of the blue and silver colour of the restaurant as the sound of Kian's car drifted off. Her heart thumped against her chest in erratic beats while anxiety crept up her body for what the day would bring.

Her mind raced with many things she figured she had to do. From Petra's absence to the reason for Kian's restraint but the thought of starting a new job, as she stood there in front of the place she would soon officially call a workplace, took the very first spot.

She took in a deep breath and tried to calm herself before she moved to enter the restaurant. Ready to rip the bandage off.

Soothing soft ambient music reverberated clearly in the restaurant as she stepped in, which she linked with the present lack of customers available. Mild clanging and clacking sounds from the kitchen resounded in the room. Accompanying it was the ambrosial aroma of dishes being prepared.

"Oh, Esmé dear, you made it!" Persephone's powerful voice boomed through the restaurant, sending a chill and calm up Esmé's spine at the same time.

Persephone held her hand out the moment Esmé turned to her direction with a smile and pulled her into a soft motherly hug, then placed a kiss on each of her cheeks. She pulled back and her eyes were downcast in concern. "I hope you're okay, dear. I wasn't sure you were going to make it after Kian mentioned your accident."

Esmé smiled warmly, Persephone's concern eased her anxiety a tad bit. "Yes, I'm better, thank you. Ready to work."

"Ah! That's the perfect spirit right there. We don't want you slacking off on the job," Persephone joked and turned, directing her further into the restaurant, past the arranged tables and the counter to a back room that read STAFF ONLY. "I know you have a better speciality in cooking which is definitely what you would have wanted for a job but my chefs are as highly certified as they should be and they went through vigorous screening to enter that kitchen to cook for my guests and employing you just like that without the certification would be an insult to them. So since you've shown a particular forte in waiting tables, that is what you'd be doing."

"Thank you, Persephone. I'm more than happy to have this shot. Whether it's in the kitchen or out there with the guests, it's an opportunity I wouldn't take for granted."

Persephone smiled fully in pride. "Splendid! You show promises that draw me in. Officially you would work with Mon-El and the others who I would introduce to you in a minute, and unofficially we can have our own culinary lessons for my special dishes."

Esmé's eyes shone in excitement at the information. "It'd be my greatest honour."

"Brilliant! Let's meet your co-workers," she said as she opened an aluminium glazed door that led them into a large room filled with chattering and mutters from the workers who were there. Some casually getting ready for work and others just relaxing.

The bright light from outside reflected through the large opened windows by the sides, providing cross ventilation while giving Esmé the perfect and clear view of the entire room. It had the same aura as the outside with epic paintings hung on the walls giving it the homely touch. A couple of lockers were by the side with comfortable seats to relax in.