When the shift finally ended, Rico took him to the still-closed lounge and poured drinks. He put a few drops of rum into Brian’s Coke. “Rico, you’re bad. I have to drive, and I’m underage.”
“It’s a tiny bit. We’re celebrating that you cooked a lot today, more than ever, and did it well. The oatmeal and borscht were very popular.” He clinked glasses with Brian. “Did you like it?”
“It was almost sexual.”
Rico laughed. “Good, bueno, always keep that feeling. When you lose it, then it’s time to get another job or have another drink.” He downed his and poured another. “Did you notice other customers who didn’t get samples wanted to taste your oatmeal when the others raved?”
“I know, reverse psychology.” Brian nodded. “You drink too much.” He had no idea what made him say that.
Rico stared
