"Gray? Why are you here?"
Upon hearing the familiar sound of an engine, Elise knew it had to be the hotel's pickup truck. Turning her head, she saw Gray bending over, rummaging through the truck for something.
"Just started work, Vanessa informed me that the Head Chef is making breakfast today. She fears too many guests might come, so I'm here to help maintain order. Ah, found it!"
Gray straightened up, jumped off the truck holding a few metal poles, and laid them out one by one in front of the food truck window.
Turns out they were barriers for crowd control.
Not only that, he also brought over five large sun umbrellas that were set up at the stall area yesterday, lining them up and installing the barriers underneath.
After finishing all this, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and went to stand at the back of the line.
The foreigner at the end of the line glanced at him strangely.
"Hey, aren't you here to work? Why are you lining up?"
