#threads; declan & jane 001

[mattersofentropy]

Declan had seen the pain from across the room, hell it had been clear from the kitchen. The gorgeous woman had been the first to catch his attention, nothing unusual given the wandering eye that he possessed. The date that obviously she had next to no attention in was the next thing and kick-started the idea that came to mind. Might as well see if he could save her night. Shame? What was shame? It wasn't uncommon for the chef to wander the floor, ensuring that guests, particularly high paying, were enjoying the meals that had been served. A perfect opportunity to insert himself right into her night when the man had excused himself from the table momentarily. Smoothly making the approach to the table, a smile on his face, he paused in what appeared a natural action rather than planned. "Good evening," he offered. There wouldn't be a whole lot of time but enough for him to get done what he needed to, enough to know of she would be interested or not. "Just stepping out of the kitchen for a little bit to make sure everyone is enjoying their evening. Declan, head chef," he introduced himself with an offer of his hand. "Has the meal been to your liking?" // @kiissme

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