A smile shaped on Jane’s lips when she saw the familiar couple in a booth beside the glass window.
The new staff approached them. She noticed that she bowed a little when she stood by the woman with blue eyes.
“I hope you made more of those garlic bread, little lady.”
With an even wider smile, she faced Gustav. At the moment, she was manning the cash register. Yana was on break.
“Yes, sir. I knew that it’s Tuesday lasagna, chef.”
“Good. We can never have lasagna without garlic bread.”
She chuckled at the chef’s statement. Her eyes went back to the couple beside the window.
“Is that for them?” She asked when the new employee passed by.
“Yes, Miss.”
“Mia, right?”
“Yes, Luna.”
Jane’s face heated. It was the first time that someone called her Luna aside from Monette.
Before Monet
