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Chapter 119
Abby
My eyes snap open to discover that someone, in the span of what feels like five minutes, my office has
grown dark. There’s a hand on my shoulder, and an all-too-familiar face—with a smirk on it, of course—
staring down at me.
“Sleepy?” Karl asks, his lips twitching into a grin.
I shake my head and sit up, trying to regain a sense of reality. The glare of the desk lamp sca tters
across stacks of invoices and order forms, casting a dim amber glow over everything.
“No,” I lie, looking away as Karl crosses the room back to the doorway. “I was just putting my head
down for a few minutes.”
A quick glance at the clock reveals that it’s almost eight o’clock, and considering the fact that it’s a
Wednesday, the restaurant is already mostly quiet. Through my half-open office door, I can just barely
make out the faint sound of sc attered voices and silverware on plates from the few customers who are
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtstill hanging around, post-dinner rush.
Karl laughs and leans against the doorframe. “Sure. And what looks like drool on your cheek must just
be condensation or something, right?”
Drool? I swipe my cheek with the back of my hand and sure enough, it comes away wet. Great.
“Okay, you go me,” I mutter, smoothing down my messy hair. “This morning was hectic, and I didn’t
sleep too well last night…”
Karl shrugs. “Don’t sweat it,” he assures me. “In fact, you’ll be happy to know that after the health
inspector left, everything else went smoothly. No more food critics, no sick servers, no arguing
employees.”
I force a half-smile. So word really does travel fast; or rather, Karl is more attuned to the drama than I
thought. I never mentioned the sick servers and arguing employees to anyone, but someone must have
noticed.
“That’s… good,” I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Did you need something?”
Karl pushes off the doorframe and saunters in again, perching on the edge of my cluttered desk. “Well,
I had a question for you about tomorrow’s delivery schedule, but it’s really not that important,” he says.
“You look like you could use some rest instead.”
I shake my head, pushing myself up to my feet in an attempt to make myself look more competent as a
restaurant owner than I really feel right now. “I’m perfectly fine,” I lie, hoping that he won’t notice the
fact that I’m wavering slightly where I’m standing. “What’s your question?”
For a few moments, Karl gazes at me without answering. There’s something gentle in his eyes,
something that I haven’t seen in a very long time. And something about it makes my knees just the
tiniest bit weak. I cross the room in a feeble attempt to hide the blush that’s creeping into my cheeks,
and stop by the window, peering out into the dimly lit city street. It’s pouring rain.
“Look, it’s getting late and the kitchen will close soon anyway,” Karl says after a moment, snapping me
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmback to reality. “You should go home, Abby.”
I shrug. “I’ll be fine. I’ll at least wait until—”
“Until it stops raining?” he asks. I nod, and Karl sighs. “It’s supposed to rain all night. Just let me drive
you home, okay?”
I stare out the window for another few moments at the rain, listening as it patters against the glass. A
quick glance at my coat h ook reveals that my umbrella is nowhere to be found, and I yawn, realizing
that my nap on my desk didn’t really do much to cure my exhaustion.
“Alright, fine,” I finally say, turning back to face Karl. He’s got an almost triumphant look on his face, but
hides it quickly. “Let’s go.”
…
The transition from the dim, cramped space of my office to Karl’s sleek, black sedan is an unexpected
comfort. The car smells like fresh leather and a hint of pine air freshener. The city lights, made blurry by
the rain, bounce off of the windshield as we drive. I’ve always loved the city in the rain, especially the
way the neon signs look on a stormy night; it’s like something out of a movie.
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