Chapter Three
‘One serve of Eggs Florentine, please.’
‘Already?’ Clover looked up at Holly as she staggered through the door, taking off her coat and tossing her bag beneath the bench. Clover glanced at the clock. Although she had been here for an hour, it was barely opening time.
Holly smiled. ‘Are you going to keep your first customer waiting?’
First customer! Clover couldn’t keep away the smile that sprung to her face. Stifling an unfeminine excited squeal, she delved into the refrigerator and started combining ingredients to make the dish. If this was a portent to the morning, she’d gladly open every day. Before long she had plated the meal. Seeing that Holly was busy making coffee, she decided to take the breakfast and serve the customer herself.
She took the plate and headed int
