I was about half way done eating my desert Crepe when Onre’ came out of the kitchen, walked right up to me and stood there tapping his foot.
Sheepishly, I took off the chef hat and handed it to him. He stuffed it on his head rather roughly and huffed as he comically stormed back to the kitchen. Some of the others that were in the dining room, got a good laugh out of his spectacle too.
“That was Chef Onre’. Everyone in the kitchen picks on him, but I think he likes it.” I told to Mom and John.
And then the kitchen door opened again and Onre’ stuck his head out, smiled and waved at me. I waved too before he vanished back into the kitchen.
