Adamo and Sade pulled into the Cracker Barrel parking lot, the warm glow of the restaurant’s lanterns welcoming them. As they stepped inside, the comforting scent of country cooking wrapped around them. Sade wandered into the gift shop, her fingers trailing over the trinkets and old-fashioned candies. She picked up a few keychains, some sweets for the kids, and a soft little doll that reminded her of Kamari.
When she returned to the dining area, Adamo was already seated in a cozy booth, scanning the menu. She slid in across from him and grinned.
“I’m getting breakfast,” she announced, despite the late afternoon hour.
Adamo smirked. “Figures. I’ll stick with the pot roast.”
They placed their orders and settled into easy conversation, the weight of past conversations momentarily lifting.
