Chapter 6It didn’t take Kyle long to figure out where the employee parking for the restaurant was. He wiped sweaty palms against his thighs, then switched off the ignition and got out of his car. Although it was still early, a line had already formed at the host stand, and he was met with glares when it appeared he was trying to cut the line.
“Sorry.” He offered a weak smile and pointed to his nametag. “I work here. Well, I do now. This is my first shift.” He should have asked The Boss if Rib Shack employees entered through the front door or around the rear.
A lean, middle-aged man, whose red face clashed with his orange hair, stood at the host stand, peering from the guests to the sheet with the servers and their sections listed and muttering under his breath.
Kyle cleared his throat,
