A Taste of Tomorrow

Stella

The rest of the night goes by in a whirlwind. Briggs, Gustav, and I are like a well-oiled machine, sending out plate after plate of well-received meals. There are a few complaints and dishes that are sent back, but we handle everything in stride.

“Stella, table seven sent back their steak,” Kira says, returning with the plate. “They asked for medium well and they got medium rare.”

I nod at