I walk into the restaurant, their restaurant and admire the grace of it. It has grand red carpeting, with dark wood and gold accents. I am no interior designer, but it truly stuns me when I walk in here. It stuns me almost as much as the grace of the boys who work inside. I really shouldn't call them boys. They are all twenty-five, but I can't help myself. I'm two years older than them and they all still have that youthful beauty of their late teens. I come here when I need to stop being a celebrity for a moment and eat some good food. I wait at the front desk for one of them to see me and seat me, because in a polite place, I've learned you can't just take what you want. You have to play nice. Cress spots me and lifts a slender finger, telling me he'll be there soon. A moment later, he walks over to me, his movements oozing elegance.

"Hello Elesa! Welcome back to the Striaton Restaurant. I know you wouldn't be able to stay away from us for long," he said smoothly, winking and gesturing for me to follow him. I do, and we walk in silence towards a small table close to the back of the restaurant. It's dim but they know I like it that way. People won't notice me if I sit back here because they expect me to be in the spotlight as I usually am. "I believe Chili is the waiter right now, so I'm sure he'll be with you in a minute." I nod to Cress and he walks away, back into the kitchen. I watch him as he leaves, admiring the way his hair flows. I do love some things about this place more than others, I'll admit. It's rather refreshing, being here and being free to fall.

"What may I get you this wonderful evening, Elesa?" Chili asks, walking up to me and grinning.

"How about... Les Oeufs à la Neige."

"Ah, good, good. I will bring it out in a moment." I nod in thanks and rest my head on my hand. Life has been crazy lately, and I just can't seem to see in front of me. Everything feels like it's out of control.

Chili walks up to me a literal moment later, which I suppose is to the tune of this place, and sets down my meal.

"Anything... Elesa?" He cracks up after that and I smile politely.

"I think not, thank you... eh, Monsieur." My French has been rusty from the day I was born. He nods and walks away, and I am left to my meal.

My thoughts over take me once again as I take a forkful of my food and stuff it rather ungracefully into my mouth. Then I remember why I come here when everything else seems to be too much. I am instantly awash in the rich flavors of my dish, and I feel comforted. I sigh and smile at Cress, who walks up to me briskly.

"I had a question for you..." we both say at the same time, and then break into laughter. I have a feeling everything will be alright for once.