#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 warm
melodious chatter of customers combines with the clink of
ambiance that’s both
means brunch, an occasion that fills the restaurant with both families and
blueberry pancakes
stack of paperwork—invoices, supplier
that no one ever romanticizes, but there’s a comfort in the
a testament to the world I’ve built
soft knock interrupts my thoughts. My gaze flickers up to find Karl’s familiar face peeking through
annoyance bubbles up; I was in no mood for
to look him in the eyes,
I see the takeout coffee cup in his hand. “Can I come
I gesture towards the chair opposite me. “Do you need something,
smile, he places the coffee
my almost full coffee mug, then back at him, a
all set, but thanks.”
a twi nkle, a silent acknowledgment of our
to check on you after last night,” he says. “I’m…
cheeks. I don’t want to talk about it. Hell, I don’t even want to
about it.
unexpectedly sweet in Karl’s gesture. His concern feels genuine,
glances others have been
lie, managing a faint smile. “Just another bump in the road. We all have those,
gaze softening. “True. But if you ever need to talk or…
rant, I’m here.”
elicits a soft chuckle from me.
hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his
cutting him off. “Let’s not, okay? I appreciate the
got a brunch crowd
a knowing smile. “Alright, boss lady. Let’s get
…
his face drawn and pale. “Abby, we’ve
fever.”
promises to be one of our busiest
nightmare. “Is he okay?”
chewing his lips. “I think so, but he
or something. He’ll probably be out for
overhears, his face mirroring
We’re fully booked tonight.”
take a deep breath. “We adapt. That’s all
That’s when I spot Karl in the corner, working
He’s caught up in his task, but he’s the only other pair of hands I can
“Karl!”
the kitchen before settling on me.
need you in the kitchen,” I state, my tone allowing no room for
as if hoping to find an escape route.
I clarify. “You
almost warily. “Sure, but are you sure
times,” I reply
adjusting the bandana he’s started wearing when doing
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