You stand there, waiting. I gaze into your direction from a safe distance. You don’t know it but I have been observing you for quite some time now. You seem sad.

There is a profound sadness in your statue, do you miss something? You should be happy as people approach you, you are the provider of essential goods for many, myself included no less. Still, I see you, facing down, shoulders encroached.

“I must change something”, I say to myself as I contemplate on my plan in the safe corner of the room. What will make you happy? You seem to have enough admirers, thanking you for your service.

I start sweating profoundly as I make my way toward you. I am satisfied but the hunger for your happiness makes me move.

As I stand before you, I see the sadness looking through me, piercing the opposite wall. I smile and nod as you ask me if I wanted some more salad.

“This is it”, I think to myself as I anticipate your hand moving towards the buffet cutlery. Our hands touch for a second. Time stands still. Surprise and astonishment in your face appear and push out the sadness.

You don’t know that I am as nervous as you are. Confidently I nod and say: “I’ll get it myself, thank you.”

You seem restless but be assured, it’s for you. I grab the buffet cutlery and put some salad on my plate. I nod again and turn around, almost fainting but not flinching for a second.

You will be, still today, my knight in shining white Chef armour, armed with your buffet cutlery. Just sometimes, let your guard down, I got you.