Michael watched the beautiful, synchronized smiles of the woman and the child, a rare sense of profound contentment settling deep into his bones. Without a word, he willingly took on the role of their personal waiter. He pulled on a pair of plastic gloves, expertly cracking open a premium hairy crab. With practiced skill, he extracted the rich crab roe and tender white meat, dividing the delicacies perfectly onto Evelyn's and the toddler's plates.
Just then, another soft knock sounded at the door. "Come in," Michael called out.
The general manager returned with a wide, professional smile, followed closely by a waiter pushing a specialized cart. "Mr. Thorn, the centerpiece lobster has arrived."
