19 - Monday's Pixie Girl
The pier was still calm at this time, a Monday morning, when many people would be touring, or working, or leaving. Rob had found Henry already onsite, preparing the meals that needed TLC, and cursing against the Thermidor’s weird controls.
He hoped his second day at the restaurant would go as well as his first. He found Henry and his bushy mustache grumpy at first, but since the burnt sleeve incident, the older man had relented.
Rob was walking out of the kitchen with new fabric-packaged sets of utensils to lay on the table when he heard his name called.
“Hey, Rob!”
He looked at, the young close-cropped woman in crutches, her chin barely reaching over the bamboo railing separating the terrace from the promenade level.
He grinned and waved back.
“Hey, you,” h
