~Elvira~
The scent of roasted garlic and rosemary hit me as soon as I entered the kitchen...after ten hours of bleach...the smell of food made my stomach growl.
The dinner rush was over, the space was quiet, except for the sound of a knife on a wooden board as a junior cook helped Silas chop vegetables.
I stood by the entrance, my damp hair sticking to my neck as i kept my hands in my apron pockets to hide the red skin
“You’re late, but I saved you a plate,” Silas said.
He looked up from a pile of carrots, his arms large like trunks and flour on his beard...he pointed toward the table where a steaming plate was left covered.
“Thank you Silas,” I replied.
“Don’t thank me. My niece and nephew wouldn't let me clear the kitchen for the night until you show up your own dinner.... They
