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

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 “Alright, paperwork’s done,” Karl declares with an air of finality, piling the last of the filed sheets into a neat stack. The office is a maze of papers, scattered across the desk and floor, but we’ve managed to conquer the monster of bureaucracy. I chuckle, brushing a strand of ha

Abby Sitting in the dimly lit kitchen, the soft clinking of our utensils is a comforting lullaby against the evening's silence. I sneak glances at Karl every now and then, his features illuminated with a gentle glow from the overhead light. He seems lost in his thoughts, enjoying every bite. “

Abby The sun’s barely peeking over the horizon as I pull open the door to the restaurant. I can already feel the hustle of a new day, the potential for a fresh start. Walking in, I expect the familiar comfort of an empty space, but I’m met instead with Ethan’s brooding form. His jaw is set t