Leandra didn’t realize how tired she was until her dinner break came and she was off of her feet.   It was nearly midnight, almost two hours past her scheduled dinner time, when she finally left the floor; someone had called out suddenly and she and the rest of the people scheduled had been juggling breaks to keep the floor covered at all times – Leandra could only imagine how many miles she had walked in six hours.   Though the casino floor, clubs and bars were lively, the restaurants and kitchens had died down significantly. Only a few cooks were in the main kitchen, doing room service orders when Leandra went in to get dinner; they called out to her in casual greeting as she walked in and one of them took her order before returning to their tasks, leaving her to take a seat at the island and wait for her food to be prepared. Her plate was just being set before her when a new visitor entered the kitchens, catching her attention; her eyes widened in alarm at the sight of Atsushi walking in, his suit jacket missing, leaving him in a simple white button down, the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, and black dress pants.   “Mr. Sato?” At the sound of his name Atsushi turned to look; his eyes landed on Leandra and he gave her a smile.   “Good evening, Leandra,” he said in greeting, walking over to her. “I didn’t know you were here.”   “What are you doing down here, sir?” Leandra asked, unable to help herself. “Are you just now eating?”   “Well, yes,” Atsushi responded with a nod. “I haven’t had much time today to stop and eat.”   “And you came all the way down here?” From experience, Leandra knew for a fact that Atsushi’s office was a significant distance away from the room service kitchens; she couldn’t explain why, but the thought of him making such a trip appalled her.   “It wasn’t that bad of a walk, Leandra-”   “You could have called someone to do it, though,” Leandra insisted, standing from her seat. “That’s what we’re here for.” Atsushi chuckled amusedly.   “Leandra…”   “Go ahead and place your order and go back; I’ll bring it to you.” He watched her for a moment before relenting, turning to place his order with a chef before leaving as casually as he had come.   “That’s funny,” the chef called out as he left, catching Leandra’s attention. “I’ve never seen him take orders from anyone before.”   “I’ve never seen anyone try to give him an order before,” called another chef. Leandra frowned in protest.   “It wasn’t an order…”   “Right, right…”   She finished what was left of her meal while the chefs finished preparing Atsushi’s; when it was finished she was already ready to go, taking the rolling cart that the meal w