Abby
The morning sun warms my tired body as I step out of my apartment. Chloe and Leah are waiting outside so we can all walk to work together, leaning against the wrought iron fence outside my apartment.
“There’s the star chef,” Chloe says, pushing away from the fence as I approach. She’s wearing her all-black work uniform consisting of a short skirt, a button-up top, and a pair of tights and heels, a stark contrast from Leah’s neat and tidy sweater vest and slacks.
It was all I could do this morning to put on something neat, though. I’m still exhausted after last night, so all I could manage was a clean long-sleeve top and some jeans.
I join them, a smile on my face as I jog down the steps. “I don’t know about ‘star’ chef,” I say with a chuckle, “but last night did go pretty well, i
