Karl “What do you want?” Adam’s voice is apprehensive, and for good reason. It’s not everyday that I set food inside his restaurant, and it’s certainly not everyday that I show up telling him that I have a proposition for him. But I’ve been plotting this for a long time. Abby clearly doesn’
“Where did you get these?” he whispers, his voice filled with awe. “Some of these can set someone back hundreds, even thousands!” I suppress a triumphant smile. “Connections. People who owe me favors.” “Damn,” Adam says with a chuckle. “May I?” I nod. With a grin, Adam picks up a glass jar
Abby In the dimly lit café, surrounded by the soft murmur of conversations and the aroma of fresh coffee, I sit with my friends, watching their eyes widen in disbelief as I relay the events of the past few days. “You broke up with Adam?” Leah, with her ever-present surprise, always finds a w
Karl Surrounded by the familiar hustle and bustle of the restaurant, I steal glances at Abby from behind the dishwashing station. She’s busy overseeing the lunch rush, offering a smile to a customer here and a kind word to an employee there. From the outside, she appears so composed, as if nothing
Having mustered the courage to apologize to Daisy, I feel a strange sense of elation. Fueled by that small victory, I find myself back at Abby’s office door on my way to the kitchen. Without knocking, I step inside. Her eyes lift from the paperwork, and she regards me coolly. “I apologized to Da
Abby The morning sun bathes my office in a gentle glow as I dial Leah’s number, eager to discuss Chloe’s upcoming birthday. The phone rings a few times before Leah’s raspy voice picks up on the other end. “Abby? That you?” “Leah, hey,” I greet, trying to hide my concern. “You sound terri
The restaurant, usually abuzz with patrons and staff, feels eerily quiet now, save for the occasional clatter from the kitchen. A framed picture of Chloe and me rests beside my workstation, our grinning faces captured during a sunlit day at a music festival. The warmth and laughter from that day
Abby “You… Want to help?” I’m taken aback. It’s not quite like Karl to willingly offer help, especially in the middle of the night like this. In fact, the very thought of it instantly whisks me back to a memory that was buried in the deep recesses of my mind from when we were married. “Karl