The Art of Life and Love: The Second Symphony

  Welcome back! The stage is set for our friends Tony and Dillon to start their adventure through 2011. The year previous was a good one, but a tough one. It had been the start of our friend

  It wasn't even seven in the morning yet and Tony was already hopelessly bored. While the idea of his breakfast dilemma did come to mind, he didn't feel the motivation to leave. Days like that were some of his favourites. A day where he can be a bum and not even get dressed. In fact, he might undress later. It was something he'd done since he had had his own space. Cl

  When Tony made it down to Harley, he noticed that he forgot his wallet upstairs in his jeans. He didn't usually wear sweatpants out, so he didn't think to check. Of course. It gave him a chance to check the couple missed texts he had from Dillon and the one he had from Kat. He was pretty sure he knew exactly what Kat's was about. Dillon was quite right in his claim that Kat was indeed

  The hostess walked up and greeted him. She was one of the students. While he didn't remember her name, he did remember he'd seen her with a chef coat in the back the last time he was there. The students would switch off in groups to work in the kitchen and work up front. Both were obviously important jobs, especially the front end, since that was the first impression of an establishment a customer got. That's why the owner of the shop he worked at, old man Jace, had the building recently renovated and made over.  As he took a seat at the breakfast bar which lined the right side of

  Once he had finished his superb birthday meal, he waved Sarah over to request for Dillon. He had said that he got extra credit when people would request his appearance to compliment and thank him. It was without a doubt a compliment worthy feat. A couple of minutes later, Dillon made his entrance through the double doors with a yellow slip in his hand. All it was was a questionnaire about his experience there, if everything was good and professional, which chef was to be complimented, and his signature.  The second he saw him, Tony couldn't help but crack the widest smile. He had