Adele could hardly sleep while in New York City, and it had nothing to do with the city traffic, the sirens in the middle of the night, or loud people coming in late to the room next door. Her excitement kept her brain whirring until the wee hours of the morning, and she’d drawn no less than four maps of the kitchen at the restaurant down the street.
Joey’s After Hours.
Joey’s After Hours.He’d told her the name yesterday, shown her the sign he’d ordered, and consulted her on the layout and color of the menu. Consulted her.
Consulted Adele hadn’t really been consulted about much in her life, and it sure was nice to think she had thoughts and opinions that someone else cared about.
She didn’t need sleep. The coffee shop down the street had delicious cappuccinos and lattes, and she hadn’t
