#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.

in a golden hue, casting

The melodious chatter of customers

ambiance that’s both

the restaurant with both families

blueberry pancakes or a

a drawer, I retrieve a stack of paperwork—invoices, supplier orders, and the like. This

ever romanticizes, but

I sign, every number I check, it’s all a testament to the world I’ve built brick by brick, dish

interrupts my thoughts. My gaze flickers up to find Karl’s familiar face

I was in no mood for

the eyes, no matter

then I see the takeout coffee cup in his

chair opposite me. “Do you need

places the coffee on my desk. “Thought you might

almost full coffee mug, then back at him, a teasing

all set, but thanks.”

a twi nkle, a silent acknowledgment of our shared moment in my

check on you after

want to talk about it.

about it.

there’s something unexpectedly sweet in Karl’s gesture. His concern feels genuine,

have been throwing my way sinceI got

good, Karl,” I lie, managing a faint smile. “Just another bump

gaze softening. “True. But if you ever

rant, I’m here.”

chuckle from me.

if weighing his

not, okay? I appreciate the concern, but I’d rather focus on

brunch crowd

knowing smile. “Alright, boss lady. Let’s

enters the kitchen, his face drawn and pale. “Abby, we’ve got a problem. John’s down with

fever.”

on what promises to be one of our busiest days of the

nightmare. “Is he okay?”

think so, but he didn’t

something. He’ll probably be out for a few days at

other line cooks, overhears, his face mirroring

We’re fully booked tonight.”

a deep breath. “We adapt. That’s all we can

to figure out a solution. That’s when I spot Karl in the

the only other pair of

“Karl!”

eyes scanning the kitchen before settling on me.

need you in the kitchen,” I state,

hoping to find an escape route.

I clarify. “You can

almost warily. “Sure, but are you sure

I reply with

takes a deep breath, adjusting the bandana he’s started wearing when doing

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