SIX
“That clown is burning for a knuckle sandwich,” said Mary Murphy as she blasted through the swinging door to the kitchen. She was one of the new hires Brian had recently taken on for the restaurant. “I think he was planning to pinch me. Can you believe?”
Angie remembered the issues she had endured with one of the customers not too long ago. While he was clean cut and nice to look at, he was much older and had been persistent in his pursuit of a relationship that she was determined would never happen. James had been his name. Angie shook her head over the memory.
“Oh, Brian, we have another James,” Angie called out.
“Trade with Angie. He’ll catch on, hopefully,” Brian said, looking at Mary as he flipped a burger over on the grill. “If not, call me.”
Angie rolled her eyes. Just what
