‘And what is it you like about working in a kitchen?’ he asked her.
Lou smiled. ‘I love the energy of it, the buzz of a busy service when you’re working on autopilot but everything’s just flowing, even though you don’t have a second to think about it.’
Aidan grinned, nodding. ‘The high you get from handling a manic service – it’s like nothing else.’
‘And it’s perfectly legal, so you don’t even have to feel bad about it.’
‘Exactly.’
‘Also – this is going to sound really corny – but I love the teamwork, the feeling of everyone pulling together to produce something great.’
‘Not corny at all. Good teamwork’s essential in a kitchen. It’s the only thing that’s going to save you when the orders are stacking up and it gets chaotic.’
‘Well, I’d better get going,’ Lou said, glancing at her watch. ‘But thanks for your time.’
‘Yeah, sure. I’ll keep this anyway,’ Aidan said, picking up her CV, ‘so I have your number if anything turns up. Or you can just call in when you’ve moved.’
‘Thanks.’ Lou stood. She couldn’t help thinking it was just his polite way of blowing her off and her CV was going straight in the bin as soon as she walked out the door. Places like this didn’t need to chase staff. People would be falling over themselves to work here.
But it was fine, she told herself, swallowing her disappointment. There’d be plenty of businesses in Dingle looking for staff. She’d find a job somewhere.
‘Thanks for seeing me,’ she said as Aidan leaned across the desk and they shook hands again.
‘No problem. You got me out of doing the clean-down, so it was perfect timing.’
