“And…” Malcolm pinched off three lilac blossoms and dropped them delicately on top of the soup. The rich purple of the tiny flowers complimented the thick green cream perfectly and he smiled. He lifted his eyes to the tiny waitress in front of him and handed her the platter on which the bowl sat. “Voilà.”
He didn’t wait for her response though, nor the acknowledgement of the new prep kid that he’d been demonstrating to. If the kid couldn’t figure out how to drop flowers in the middle of a bowl of soup, he might just as well pack up and leave now.
He ignored the first “Malcolm!” that was shouted through the kitchen. After all, no one got in the way of his flamande. Not if they knew what was good for them. It wasn’t until the third call was finally shouted almost directly to his left that
