≈ la galleria. with @bloodbuzzfm ( max )
Perhaps a reservation at Oyster & Pearl would have been better, Madi observed, as she noted just how tense the staff at La Galleria seemed. She saw Max was already sitting down, giving him a little wave, but not heading over to the table just yet, her curiosity getting the better of her. She beelined to the toilets, skulking around the small hidden pockets restaurant staff usually hid in to gossip — she never worked hospitality, duh, but a lot of her peers in the influencer space started out that way — to get the tea. She couldn’t help it, if there was drama involved (especially when she wasn’t at the crux of it) Madi just needed to know.
After listening in on a lengthy gossip sesh between the hostess and one of the waitresses, Madi was pleasantly full, like she always was here, well within her soul at least. She could still make some room to be literally wined and dined by Max. With an impish smile playing on her face, she all but skipped toward the table, foregoing the usual faux-nice greeting of kissing cheeks or whatever to just sit down and divulge the knowledge she had just obtained.
“Sorry about that, but everyone just seemed, like super…rigid.” She explained, nodding over at a few waitstaff who seemed to be fighting off showing physical pain. “Apparently the head chef got dumped, and it’s like bad vibes in the kitchen.” Guess some people just couldn’t separate their personal and professional lives. Pity. “Anyway, my darling. How have you been? I am pleasantly surprised you agreed to see me, considering…” Her cancellation, not exactly good for the Mohan brand.