Karl
Surrounded by the familiar hustle and bustle of the restaurant, I steal glances at Abby from behind the dishwashing station. She’s busy overseeing the lunch rush, offering a smile to a customer here and a kind word to an employee there. From the outside, she appears so composed, as if nothing could break her stride.
My source had informed me earlier: Adam kept his word and broke up with Abby after all.
If that’s true, Abby seems to be hiding it well. Or maybe she doesn’t feel as upset as I thought she would.
This could be a good thing. Maybe I won’t need to wait as long to make my move.
Lost in thought, I find myself wandering to her office during a slow point in the evening, just before the dinner rush. The door is ajar, and I can see her leaning over some paperw
