Saint Daniel-by-the-Sea was a small coastal town. It was known for its pristine beaches, its charming colored houses, and its fresh fish. The village was highly dependent on tourism. Yet, the townsfolk had learned how to manage it, and the only hotels allowed were those with ten rooms or less. It was an exclusive vacationing spot, for rich people who valued the calm and the authenticity that still prevailed in the environment.
Mia was fresh out of cooking school when she found a job offer for a spot in the kitchen in one of the hotels in Saint Daniel. She saw it as the perfect opportunity, it would let her test her abilities while helping to refine them.
She arrived on the morning bus on a Tuesday. The bus had taken her down the mountains to the coast, and she had been able to admire the sunrise over the ocean. It had been magical. The bus left her on the main road, outside the town, and she walked to the hotel carrying her bag. She would share a small apartment with another girl working in the hotel.
The town was beautiful, all the houses were small, usually two story tall, and all had flowers on the windows. There were few cars parked on the streets. She felt as if time had stopped and the town had fallen asleep. Mia passed by a bakery, and the smell of fresh bread woke her stomach. She hurried to the hotel, where she would be able to eat something.
The receptionist welcomed her with open arms as soon as he learnt who she was. Anthony, that was what he was called, was the co-owner of the hotel. Mia had spoken with his wife about the job offer. It was high season, he explained as he took her for breakfast, and they had never been so busy. As soon as Mia had installed herself and everyone had been introduced, she started working. It was true they were busy, so true that Mia almost didn't realize summer was over.
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