#Chapter 41: Sparks Fly
Abby
Pushing the restaurant’s door open, I’m immediately enveloped by the scent of fresh bread and
brewing coffee.
The day beckons, promising a hustle that I’m both dreading and anticipating. Each wooden table is
adorned with a fresh bunch of flowers, the gentle hum of the morning preparations playing softly in the
background.
“Morning, Abby!” Jake, my ever-efficient waiter, calls out, balancing a tray of fresh pastries on his palm.
His smile reaches his eyes, but there’s an underlying tension behind his gaze. Word travels fast, and
I’m sure the staff knows about the disaster that was last night.
From behind the bar, Chloe shoots me a sheepish grin. I narrow my eyes at her, knowing that she likely
blabbed to someone, but I can’t stay mad at her.
“Hey, Jake,” I reply, forcing brightness into my voice, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep and the
emotional hangover.
Daisy joins Jake, her apron already smudged with the morning’s work. “Need a coffee?” she asks, a
knowing glint in her eyes.
“Wouldn’t say no to that,” I respond with a weary chuckle.
She swiftly moves to the espresso machine, her hands practiced and sure, and within moments I’m
cradling a warm cup of comfort. The aroma alone gives me the pick-me-up I desperately need.
“Thanks, Daisy. Oh, and get a new apron from the back before customers start coming, alright?”
“Sure thing, boss!”
The warmth of my office is a welcome reprieve from the bustling chaos of the restaurant. I step inside,
immediately relishing the sense of solitude it offers.
My small haven is dimly lit, decorated with tasteful artwork and an impressive array of certificates that
vouch for my culinary skills. Yet, right now, they feel like mere props to a play that’s become all too real.
Sliding the door shut, I exhale a long, deep sigh. My feet carry me to the plush leather chair behind my
oak desk. As I sink into it, every muscle in my body seems to let go of the tension it’s been holding
onto. My temples throb, a painful reminder of the tears and restless tossing of the previous night.
Yet, there’s a silver lining to my gloomy clouds. My restaurant. My sanctuary.
mornings are special here. The windows filter in a golden
wooden floors. The melodious chatter of
both lively and
the restaurant with both
our famous blueberry pancakes or
stack of paperwork—invoices, supplier orders, and the like. This is
of the job that no one ever romanticizes, but
I check, it’s all a testament to the world I’ve built
thoughts. My gaze flickers up to
annoyance bubbles up; I was in no mood for interruptions. And
to look him in the eyes, no
then I see the takeout coffee cup in his hand. “Can I come in?”
the chair opposite me. “Do you need
a slight smile, he places the coffee on my desk.
almost full coffee mug, then back at him, a teasing smirk playing on my lips.
all set, but thanks.”
eyes hold a twi nkle, a silent acknowledgment of our shared moment
wanted to check on you after last night,” he says. “I’m…
don’t want to talk about it. Hell,
about it.
something unexpectedly sweet in Karl’s
have been throwing
I lie, managing a faint smile. “Just another bump in the road. We all have
his gaze softening. “True. But if you ever need to talk or…
rant, I’m here.”
me. “Thanks. I’ll keep that in
hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his words. “Look,
okay? I appreciate the concern, but I’d
got a brunch
curl into a knowing smile. “Alright, boss lady. Let’s get
…
the kitchen, his face drawn and pale. “Abby, we’ve got a problem.
fever.”
promises to be one of our busiest days
nightmare. “Is he okay?”
think so, but he didn’t look
food poisoning or something. He’ll probably be out for a
his face
We’re fully booked tonight.”
take a deep breath. “We adapt. That’s all
when I spot Karl
He’s caught up in his task, but he’s the only other pair of
“Karl!”
up, eyes scanning the kitchen before settling on
kitchen,” I state,
looks around, as if hoping to find an escape
I clarify. “You can
nods slowly, almost warily. “Sure,
reply
breath, adjusting the bandana he’s started wearing when doing his
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