Chapter 3
Enzo couldn’t wait to hop in the shower and wash the day off of him. It was a hot and sticky August day and even though the restaurant had air conditioning for the days when the ocean breeze wasn’t enough, it didn’t help much today when he was in the kitchen helping get out orders. He was ready to forgo washing his clothes and just toss them in the trash.
He dropped his keys on the table and reached for the hem of his shirt.
“You’re home!” Ella popped out of the kitchen, a too-big smile on her face, and her long brown hair pulled back into a ponytail.
He released his shirt, letting it stay in place. How did he not see her bike outside? “Why are you here?” he asked, ignoring how ungrateful he sounded. He was tired. All he wanted was a shower then to finish reading his book on
