Abby
The restaurant is buzzing with activity as we prepare for the lunch rush.
Karl’s returned to work today, and surprisingly, it doesn’t feel as awkward as I thought it would. In fact, there’s a sense of normalcy that I didn't expect to find. John, especially, is elated to see Karl back.
“Karl!” he exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air. “Thanks gods! Get behind this line right now and give me a hand, will you?”
Karl smirks and tugs his apron on, nodding. “Sure thing,” he says, crossing the kitchen to the line. “Missed me, huh?”
“Don’t make me admit it.”
For a fleeting moment, I think to myself, maybe this won’t be so bad after all. But before the thought even has a chance to settle in, the person I was truly dreading the most arrives.
Chloe.
Almost as though she sensed that something is off, Chloe bursts in through the front door. Her eyes roam around the restaurant, taking in the staff, the prep work, and then they finally land on Karl. Her expression shifts so quickly, it’s like watching a storm cloud eclipse the sun.
“Abby, can I talk to you? Now?” The temperature in her voice plunges several degrees. I motion her toward my office. The door barely clicks shut behind us before she explodes.
“What the hell is he doing here?”
Taking a deep breath, I choose my words carefully. “Look, I know it sounds incredibly dumb of me, but he came clean about a lot of things, Chloe. And he seemed genuinely remorseful.”
“So you just let him back after you just told me that you were done?”
I sigh, passing a hand over my face. “I know. I know it’s stupid. But he wanted to help, and trust me, I’m keeping my distance. I swear.”
The restaurant is in full swing by the time Leah walks in. The sight of her usually brings a wave of relief, a touch of sanity in the midst of chaos. But today, it just serves as a reminder of the mess I’ve found myself in. I’m sure that Chloe sent her, without a doubt. She catches my eye and motions to a table.
“Can we talk?” she asks.”
I nod and make my way over, signaling to Ethan to take over the helm while I take a break. We sit down, and Leah dives right in.
“So, Chloe called me and told me everything.”
I sigh, unable to meet her eyes. Of course she did. “She was furious, Leah. She quit on the spot.”
“Do you blame her? After everything Karl has done?”
I shake my head, frustrated. “No, of course I don’t blame her, Leah. But still, I thought she would be more understanding, knowing the situation I’m in. I need all hands on deck for the cook-off, and Karl is a good worker.”
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