LAYLA:
“The Southern Sauce,” I read aloud the inscription stationed above the building Derek and I just arrived at.
This was the restaurant I was going to take my first job ever. And the first big thing I would say was happening to me in a long time.
I look at Derek who also has his eyes set on the restaurant a few steps ahead of us and then ask, “What’s with the name? Does it seem like a catchphrase to you?”
He shrugs. “I bet it does,” he says, still staring at the restaurant’s building. A few seconds later, he adds, “Let’s go in,”
We finally start to walk close to the building, giving me a better view of what the restaurant looks like. And it was a not-too-large building that had see-through glasses almost all around that enabled one to see into the restaurant even though it was har
