“Hiya, sir. What can I get ya?” she said in a British accent.
“Hi,” Black said, looking up at the menu board. “Ah… I’ll have your spinach salad with grilled chicken and a side of fruit.”
“Healthy eater, I see,” the lady said, brushing her blond hair behind her ear and typing at the register.
“For the most part. I may be staying up late tonight, so I don’t want anything too heavy.”
“Eat in or take away?”
“I’ll eat it here.”
“Anything to drink?”
“Just water.”
“Okay…”
The cashier gave Black his total and he handed her some cash.
“This warehouse behind you,” Black said, pointing his thumb to his right. “What is it?”
The woman looked up from the register, eyes partly closed, lips slightly pursed, and head c****d. “I think they’re a seafood packaging company or something,” she said, e
