Tasteless Critique

Stella

Smoothing down my chef’s coat, I carefully step out into the dining area. I’m met with the sound of a bustling, happy restaurant—a sound that should make me elated, but right now, it just adds to my worry.

“He’s over there,” Kira murmurs in my ear. She nods her head toward a man who’s sitting by himself at a corner table. He’s sitting with his back turned to me, wearing a crisp tweed jacket