Sara’s time in Bereton was running short. She had to figure out where she was going next, but she wanted to enjoy every last minute of her time before she left also.
She met Peter at a new food truck in the middle of town. It was a new company trying to generate enough income to buy one of the vacant storefronts along Main Street in Bereton. Peter wanted to support them and invited her along.
“This is so good,” Sara said, taking another bite of her barbecue sandwich. “This tastes like the barbecue I had in North Carolina.”
“It’s supposed to be similar to Carolina Barbecue from what they told me. It’s great. I hope they get the money and can open up the restaurant. This will be a good addition to Bereton. One more reason for you to stick around.”
Sara smiled. If he knew how badly she wa
