Sasha got slammed after school with teenage couples who seemed like they’d figured out more about love and romance at age sixteen than she had at age thirty-two. At their age, she’d painted The Straw a bright, cheery yellow and rented her first six blenders with her mother’s credit card.
Nevertheless, she served everyone who came through the line with a smile, telling them about the bowling alley and movie theater at Sweet Breeze. Several of them took the coupon cards Fisher had given her, and she saw a decent number of her own half-price flyers come in as well.
Then the pre-dinner crowd arrived. And as reservations surely had to be staggered tonight, it seemed like the number of people lined up outside The Straw would never end.
Jasper had stopped texting about six, and a twinge of gui
