The Wellington train terminal was close to Shaw’s workplace, a gastropub just a few hundred meters down the road. Shaw hurried inside. Since they were so close to the station, the bar attracted a lot of early morning customers for breakfasts, and for coffees.
“I thought you were coming in early today.” Jess glanced up as Shaw dashed through to get changed.
“Missed my connection. No harm done.” Shaw called out. “Just put me back a little.”
Although Shaw’s main job was barista and server, he liked helping in the kitchen, too. When he was a little early for his shift, he took the opportunity to prepare some of the food for the breakfast customers.
With his leather apron in place, Shaw went to see what he could do to help. Between their regular customers and visitors to the capital popping
