#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.
The windows filter in a golden hue,
melodious chatter of
that’s both
brunch, an occasion that fills the restaurant with both families and lone
blueberry pancakes or a hearty
drawer, I retrieve a stack of paperwork—invoices, supplier orders, and the
job that no one ever romanticizes, but there’s a comfort in the
testament to the
soft knock interrupts my thoughts. My gaze flickers up to find Karl’s familiar face
of annoyance bubbles up; I was
to look him in the eyes, no matter how beautiful and chocolatey
I see the takeout coffee cup in his hand. “Can I
gesture towards the chair opposite me. “Do
the coffee on my desk. “Thought you might need
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 in my apartment
on you after last night,” he
my cheeks. I don’t want to talk about it. Hell, I don’t even want to
about it.
sweet in Karl’s gesture. His concern feels genuine, a
pitying glances others have been throwing
faint smile. “Just another bump in the road. We all
in his gaze softening. “True. But if you ever need
rant, I’m here.”
elicits a soft chuckle from me. “Thanks.
a moment, as if weighing his words. “Look,
okay? I appreciate the concern, but I’d rather focus on
got a brunch
curl into a knowing smile. “Alright, boss lady. Let’s get
…
his face drawn and pale. “Abby, we’ve got a
fever.”
being out on what promises to be one of our busiest
nightmare. “Is he okay?”
but he didn’t look good. Said he’s been throwing up
or something. He’ll probably be out for a few days at
cooks, overhears, his face mirroring my concern. “What’re we
We’re fully booked tonight.”
“We adapt. That’s all
trying to figure out a solution. That’s when I spot Karl in the corner,
the only
“Karl!”
head jerks up, eyes scanning the kitchen before
need you in the kitchen,” I state, my
as if hoping to find an
clarify. “You can chop,
almost warily. “Sure, but are
reply with
deep breath, adjusting the bandana he’s
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