closed starter · for vedia @tidelure location · panhandle oyster co.
she was, without a doubt, lovely as ever, seated beneath the swirling chandelier made up of dozens of delicate individual paper lanterns, ( a fixture paid for by none other than adem sahin-van ness himself ) just as she was, without a doubt, always welcome in his establishment — to him, vedia was an extension of her father. namely, her father's money. judge observed at her in the same way he would an unguarded, crisp stack of cash : with criminally selfish intent. she was to be belauded, almost treasured. a delicate string of pearls hung around an aristocrat's bulging neck. the brunette was one of the very few whom judge dropped everything to attend to personally, listed high on a registry of prioritized customers that implied a direct phone call to him if he wasn't already working. tonight, he'd been out on his boat, immediately returning to shore at the mere mention of her patronage. the sun-bleached coveralls he adorned while approaching vedia's table seemed out of place compared to the polished restaurant's interior, but he moved with enough purpose that he may as well have wearing a three piece suit. " how's everything tasting ? " there's only a hint of a smile on his lips.