MARCO:
for: @corrinlui location: ricci’s
Marco knew better than to head into the restaurant on one of this evenings off, but sometimes he just couldn’t help himself. Tonight it had simply been a case of picking up some paperwork for something he’d been working through, yet he’d found himself stuck there and helping the pastry chef with prep for tomorrow. It definitely hadn’t been planned. As he was making his way out, through the restaurant itself opposed to the back, he noticed Corrin sat not far from the bar. At the sight of her, a smile curved onto his lips and he immediately made his way over to her. Seconds later, he’d slid into the seat opposite hers and asked, “Mind if I join you?”
She was back. Dressed in her most glamorous ensemble of chunky glitter and red lips. Working the nights, and no, not like some five dollar hoe, was a lot of work. Though, being a hoe was no easy walk. There was the appeal, and the gypping. ANYWAY, She had to be in the moment all the time to make sure the club vibe was right. Corrin didn’t complain, the fact she was able to keep such a successful business running this long just kept her wanting to do more. But, Corrin had a bad habit of getting bored, so to switch it up she would come to Ricci’s, which, was now just called Marco’s in her head. Most of the food tonight had a lot to do with Corrin, her table already showcasing an array of fine cuisine when she heard a very familiar man. She didn’t dare to look up yet, Carbonara stuffed in the pockets of her cheeks. “Mm!” She chewed her food, finding his appearance no surprise. “...Please do. Now that you’re here I don’t have to look like a pig.” She slid a few dishes closer to him, nodding her head for him to eat. Meaning, he was stuck there now. “When they said you were off today I almost laughed.” She adds, patting at her mouth lightly not to fade her lipstick. “What’s the excuse today?” She ask, gently tugging at his pant leg with the point of her heel. “I’m gonna have to snatch you up and give you a proper break.”












