By the next week at work, I had forgotten about my moment of madness and Mark had been the picture of professionalism and I hadn’t seen any more glances from him. I heard more stories, about his special customers who came to the restaurant and got him as a takeaway. That made me even more certain that if his demeanor did change I would not be going there. Still, I wasn’t able to keep myself from looking at him when I could. I wondered why he still worked there if he owned the place, but I was told by one of the waiters with a great deal of laughter that he enjoyed giving a personal service.
I think everyone there knew about him apart from me as the new boy. It wasn’t that they disliked him, and I heard the same sort of stories about Chef too, but neither of them were that discreet. The id
