Byakuya continued questioning him throughout the lunch rush, thoroughly disappointed at the lack of information.
"How am I supposed to fantasize about your love life if you don't know anything about this woman?" he whined, adding a splash of champagne to his compote.
"How is it that the rest of the staff is content to work in silence, yet you are incapable of doing so?" Sesshoumaru countered.
The pastry chef waved him off. "Content, my ass. They're just afraid you'll fire them."
Sesshoumaru raised an eyebrow at that. "But not you?"
He gave the compote one more swirl, then took it off the heat. "I used to work for Naraku, remember? You don't scare me."
The information hadn't slipped his mind, Sesshoumaru just never gave any thought to the man who ran the restaurant within a block of his apartment. He'd contemplated applying there first, but the rumours circling the supposed Michelin star chef had him passing up the opportunity.
Especially since Naraku tried to poach him from Bokuseno almost on a monthly basis.
Byakuya refused to go into detail about the restaurant's owner, or why he'd left, but he seemed happy in his work, and the customers loved his food, so Sesshoumaru had let it be.
"You should go talk to her again, nicely this time, and see what she says."
Sesshoumaru couldn't stop himself from rolling his eyes. "I have no interest in someone whose only hobby is disturbing those around her."