Chapter 120
We weave through the streets, the bright signs of late-night diners and convenience stores flashing by

in a blur. For a moment, the weight of my job—the critics, the health inspectors, the constantly ringing

phone—lifts, and I find myself lost in the rhythmic hum of the car’s engine.

Karl finally breaks the silence. “You looked like you were having one hell of a dream back there. Was it

about a beach, a tropical drink, and a server shortage all at once?”

I chuckle. “More like a health inspection nightmare. I can’t seem to escape the restaurant, even in my

sleep.”

He glances over at me with a smirk. “Well, dreams are just unpaid labor then, aren’t they? Surely you

could get compensation somehow.”

“Exactly. My subconscious is working overtime,” I reply, my words tinged with a fatigue I can’t hide.

We reach the front of my apartment complex—a red brick building with ivy crawling up the sides and a

tall set of steps leading to the front door. It’s surrounded by other buildings that look just like it. I

almost

embarrassing.

engine, then looks at me, his eyes searching

My offer still

look away. Of course I remember the pool and the hot tub,

doesn’t mean that I think

his voice in a conspiratorial tone, “I could take you

used to love. Remember the little cafe with the perfect cappuccinos? Or

used to hang out?”

feel a nostalgic tug at my heart. Karl’s words paint a vivid picture, transporting me

lighter. But then the logical side of my brain kicks

times: of

out the window. “But I

“Why not?” He asks.

it all right now, and

restaurant needs me.”

ground if you take two days to yourself,

sigh, feeling the corners of my mouth twitch into a smile. “That’s easy for you to say,

dealing with the chaos day in and day

me for a moment, then leans back, nodding. “I get it. The restaurant is your baby, and

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