Dom was right about there being no customers this early in the morning. Kiko opened Yolks on You, his store, and busied himself refilling the toilet paper in the bathroom before retreating behind the counter to wait. Although his place was themed around eggs, he stocked as much as he could that would be vaguely related, or at least purchased year-round, such as that cookbook by Sander Koch.
Sander. Kiko walked his aisles until he came to the book section. It took only a moment to locate the shiny hardcover and flip it over to see the picture on the back. Sander looked older, of course, by a decade, but the same cockiness lit up his gaze. Blond hair and green eyes on a white-yet-tanned face, brutally pastel shirt, enormous whisk. Kiko took it in for a full minute before returning the book
