-Journee's POV-
I had just finished up for the day. It was a bit later than I had initially intended, but things got a bit busier than usual. In fact, things had been a bit busier than usually of late. Probably because of the menu I’d put together for the month.
“Hey, Ms. Woods!”
“Justin,” I greeted the cook who was removing his apron. He’d been with me all morning for the breakfast and lunch rush, so it was about time for him to head off too. “Hi,” I smiled until I noticed a nervous gleam in his eye. “Is everything alright?”
“I-uh…y-yeah, every-everything’s fine, I just-”
“What is it, Justin?” I asked him, now growing concerned.
“Well,” he started. “I really admire you, as a chef…and you-you’re a great manager. I really appreciate everything that you’ve done in helping me to lear
