Chapter 3 Who's that Boy?

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Chapter 3




I had stopped at half a dozen restaurants so far and none of them had any openings.  I was starting to feel defeated.  Worried too.  I didn’t even know where I was going to sleep tonight, but if worse came to worse I could go to the bus station or someplace like that and crash on a bench, though after seeing some of the people there when I took the bus in...  Ok. I was fucked, but I wasn't gonna panic yet.

I looked up at the next place, Sabbatini’s.  It was Italian.  Worth a try.  My stomach growled reminding me that I hadn’t eaten since lunch yesterday- and not much at that, but I wasn’t here to eat, I was here to get a job.  I took a deep breath, put on my best game face and headed in the door.

The place was pretty busy, but it was lunchtime so that made sense.  The maitre d' was showing two men to a table so I headed back toward the kitchen.




Fernando greeted AJ and I walking us to the table he had been holding.  “Mr. Salazar, Mr. Valdes welcome back, it’s so good to see you again.  We have your favourite table for you.  Come this way.”

I let AJ go ahead of me as we followed Fernando toward the back where there was more privacy.  Before I sat down I excused myself to find the restroom.  As I crossed the restaurant I was suddenly stopped in my tracks as the most beautiful boy I have ever seen crossed my path.

He was small, maybe 5’ 7”, dirty blonde wavy hair and delicate almost pretty features, yet not at all feminine.  He was thin, maybe a bit too thin and his clothes were pretty shabby.  Faded jeans, old running shoes, a dark grey hoodie and a dirty, old, ripped backpack over his shoulder.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him and watched as he made his way back to the kitchen.  Did he work here?  I owned this restaurant, but I certainly didn’t know who worked in the kitchen aside from the Head Chef.  

Fernando came up behind me at that moment, “Mr. Salazar, what would you like to drink today, I’ll make sure its at the table before you return.”

“Fernando, who is that boy by the kitchen door?” I asked.

“I don’t know Sir, he doesn’t belong here, I’ll go tell him to get out.  He certainly doesn’t look like one of our guests.”

“No Fernando!  Find out what he wants and come let me know.  Don’t let him leave until I find out what he wants,” I commanded.

“Yes Sir.  And can I bring you a vodka martini? or a glass of wine?” he asked, “Mr. Valdes already ordered your lunch it will be at the table momentarily.”

“No, I’ll have an iced tea, I want to stay sharp,” I replied as I continued to the restroom.  Ajax had pre-ordered our lunch, I wasn’t one to spend a lot of time out in public.  To be honest, I’m not a people person.



“Can I help you young man?” I turned around and the maitre'd was approaching.

“Umm...I was wondering if you needed any help in the kitchen.  I’m looking for a job, I’ll do anything you need, wash dishes, clean up, take out garbage.  I really need a job,” I found myself practically pleading.

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