While he was rather easy to look at, she couldn't deny that, she was put off by his words. Annoyance flickered in her eyes as he told her to walk slowly. Walk slowly indeed. She did not and would not walk slowly. She marched, or rather, nearly floated out of the room to get her bowl of food. Now, normally she was supposed to eat in the kitchen, but when she explained the situation, the man gave her the bowl and nodded appreciatively. "You need to eat, Cerise, in any case. I need to keep you from fainting on the job." He was a kind man who had given her a chance, and she was quite sure he wasn't interested in her beyond a fatherly way that he seemed to take on in the weeks since he'd hired her. He was an older man and his son was glad to have her around since he had just married and they had a child recently.

She set the bowl on the top of the bar and began to dig in. To her surprise, it wasn't cold. And there was some fruit in there, notes of cinnamon and sugar. She appreciated her employer. She ate quietly, paying little attention to the man as he nursed his coffee.