Abby

Karl and I burst into the restaurant, a gust of fresh air sweeping in with us as the door swings shut behind.

Our clothes are still wet, covered in mud, and clinging uncomfortably to our skin, but the euphoria coursing

through my veins easily overcomes any discomfort that I might be feeling. The kitchen, already in full

swing for the day, is a cacophony of noise.

John looks up from behind the line, his knife poised mid-air over a bunch of fresh herbs. His brows knit

together as he takes in our disheveled state.

“Where the hell have you both been?”

Without uttering a word, I slide my satchel off my shoulder and set it onto the counter with a triumphant

grin. My heart pounds in my chest as I untie the flap, feeling a surge of triumph course through my veins.

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a comical look. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him

waitresses dropped his prized braised lamb all over

out of the

rushes around the counter, hands trembling slightly as he picks

carefully.

my eyes as I nod. “Yes, John.

now he’s also holding his breath and staring at us, clearly waiting for

explanation.

go off the beaten path,” Karl starts, a tremor in his voice from the lingering adrenaline

reliving it all, just

cave,” I continue, feeling a chill run up my spine as

long time to come. “A

lights, the whole setup.”

eyes grow wider with each passing second that

you… stole from poachers?” he asks once we’ve

a little more excitedly than I mean

incredulous. “You guys could’ve been caught!

on his face. “And we almost

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