"About eight minutes after the Dapper Gentleman sat down at Gazebo, I asked Natashia to hand-deliver a plate of baos to his table. "How'd it go?" I asked. "Kind of odd. I brought the baos you sent, and he said he didn't order them."It was a bit strange but whatever. About 20 minutes after we sent the mains, I walked over to the table myself, hoping for the best since I really wanted to work with him."
"Mentally, I might have been doing the same. By this point, I was exhausted by the whole back-and-forth. Either you want to do business with me or you don't. I told myself that if the Dapper Gentleman did reach out, I would meet him, but if not, I would move on. Plus, I still had two more days of pop-up dinners staring me in the face. I didn't have time to play footsie anymore."
"My back hurt, my feet stank, and I was listening to Jimmy Buffett when I decided to walk out of the kitchen to get a coffee. Usually I go to Dunkin' Donuts to get a Cereal N' Milk Latte, but they'd been running out of the syrup. I had also seen a video that morning about people losing their feet to diabetes and thought maybe I'd just get an iced coffee with sugar-free hazelnut syrup"
A restaurateur delivers complimentary baos to a potential client who claims not to have ordered them, prompting awkward, stilted conversation. The diner and his companion respond politely but without engagement, leaving the restaurateur uncertain about the deal. Frustration and fatigue build as the restaurateur resolves to move on if no follow-up occurs, while juggling imminent pop-up dinners. The next morning brings physical exhaustion and a search for coffee. A video about diabetes triggers anxious, darkly humorous thoughts about sugar-free syrup and bodily loss during the brief walk for caffeine.
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