The Dionysus, Red Sector (Ballard)
Jennifer knocked softly on the plas-steel counter to get his attention, not wanting to surprise someone with a knife in their hand. She was a short, pleasantly plump natural redhead with dark green eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun today and she wore rimless glasses. A slight smattering of freckles dotted her high cheeks and the bridge of her button nose. She was the new business manager he had hired to do marketing, event planning and booking, and manage the finances of the restaurant.
If she risked getting food detritus on her pricy black skirt and emerald blouse, the finest fashion from Geneva back home, she brought news that was either very good or very bad. She was probably there to remind him that - again - he still had to prepare a few sample menus for the Winston dinner next week. It was his first fully booked private party. The wedding was a marriage between a human man whose father was a luxury transport tycoon and a Narn noblewoman. They had wanted a unique menu with traditional dishes from both their worlds, as well as “fusion” dishes that featured combinations of cuisine from both species in each of the five-courses.