Gilly had had a month to allow her hand to heal before she needed to head back to work. She popped back into work in a dark blue jean skirt and matching jean jacket. "I'm back! How unawesome was the place without me?" She joked. "It was torment with you gone." Francis remarked. Chase wasted no time in taking Gilly away from the safety of the herd. "Gilly, I need you take orders right now." She quickly resumed her duties. Everything was peaceful, that is until Francis noticed Chase's hand on Gilly's rear. Francis quickly walked over to the table Gilly was at. "I'm really sorry that I need to steal their attention for a little bit. Antonio! Can you take their order?" Francis dragged Chase away from the public eye. "I will make this very clear, you do not touch any women without her permission, especially when that amazing young women's two best friends are present. Gilly is not just a shell, she is a complex, beautiful lady who shouldn't have to deal with scum like you." Every word was drenched in fire and passion. Chase tried his best to turn the tables. "You saw what she was wearing, she asked for it." That nearly sent Francis into a rage. "If you ever say it's the victim's fault, I will punch your lights out! As someone from France, I know that it's important to appreciate beauty, not taint it! If I ever see your hands on her again, I will not hesitate to knock some sense into you, whether we are in front of costumers or not. Get the message?"