<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/3e/c3/6a3ec373b16998b7152f9c4ebd47b3b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1st, 9pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>View of Mar's, Chef's table<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>They were near the end of the night at View of Mar's. The last table's order had been taken but hadn't yet gone out, so there was still plenty of commotion going on in the kitchen. Plates of food, all smelling exquisite in their own right, leaving the kitchen, while plates practically licked clean came back, with empty wine glasses touched with the lip prints of satisfied customers. All and all it had been another fabulous dinner service at the big city bistro, and with it winding down, the head chef, and owner, was finally able to step away from the line. Leaving her sous chef in charge.<br/><br/><strong>"You got the rest of this, don't you, Morgan?"</strong><br/>"You bet, Mar. Have a good time!"<br/>It wasn't often that Mar stepped away before the last plate went out. Not that she didn't trust the rest of her team, that was just the level of commitment she had to her food, and to her restaurant. But every now and then a special occasion would draw her out of work mode before the end of the night, and this was most definitely a special occasion. After all, how often do you finish an application process for a new daughter?<br/><br/>The whole thing still had Mar a little pleasantly bewildered, as she slipped downstairs into the wine cellar, with an excited grin on her face. It was a good thing Erin had such a keen grasp on setting this whole thing up, Mar wouldn't have had any idea where to even start, no matter how much she loved the idea.<br/><strong>"...the internet."</strong>she mused to herself, as she pulled a bottle from one of the wall racks and looked over the label. Even if she didn't know anything about finding a third to join your relationship, online, she still knew a thing or two about setting the right mood.<br/><br/>When she came back upstairs, a bottle of sparkling white wine in hand, Mar had changed out of her chef's jacket and pulled on a sport coat, completing her semi formal look. Which happened to be about as formal as Mar ever really liked to be, She brushed her fingers through her hair and pushed it to one side, like she usually wore it, and snagged three glasses on her way through the kitchen.<br/><br/>She sidestepped a waitress who told her goodnight, and she responded in kind, as she made her way down a short, low lit hall, adjacent the main dining room. The hall led to the chef's table, which was in a small, private, dining room, just off the kitchen. It was where parties could pay extra for a more exclusive and intimate dining experience. Tonight though it was reserved for a very special occasion.<br/><strong>"Hey…"</strong>she said as she stepped through the doorway and saw Erin waiting for her.<br/><br/><strong>"...I guess she's not here yet."</strong>Mar pointed out to nobody as she crossed the room to where Erin was, leaned in, and pressed her lips to her wife's, kissing her deeply and enjoying, as always, the sweet taste.<br/><strong>"Have you been waiting long?"</strong>She asked, placing the wine and glasses on the table. She wasn't worried about Celeste finding them, the greeter knew they were waiting for her and would bring her back as soon as she arrived. Mar was just excited, that much was clear from the grin on her face.