Odd.

0.7 The Family Business

"CJ, bud. Did you really leave the house like that?"

He glanced up at his dad who was drying his hands on a dishtowel. Out of curiosity the line chef, Randy, glanced over at him, took one look at his shoeless feet, and tried to snort back his snickers.

He rubbed the top of his right foot with the bottom of his left and rolled his eyes. "I woke up late," he said and dropped his bag by the back door. "Shoes weren't my top priority."

He went over to his dad's office and grabbed his pair of non-slip shoes. He strolled back into the kitchen and took post at the sink, grabbing a crate of just-washed dishes and sliding them into the steamer.

"Everyone stay on their toes," Dad said as he took up a knife and began dicing green pepper. "I have a feeling it's going to be a long night."

Great, he thought as he sprayed down some silverware. A long night to end a long day. At least he officially met Minx.

He smiled a small, nostalgic smile.

Minx.