~Joan~
“Jo, here's a cup of coffee and a burger. Figured you'd need one,” Matthew said, setting the sealed coffee cup and the burger on the counter with a casual smile.
I returned his smile. That was thoughtful of him. After the long, chaotic day I’d had, coffee felt like a lifeline.
“Thank you,” I murmured, grabbing both items as I turned to the customer waiting in front of me.
The line stretched on, a constant reminder that I’d be staying later than usual tonight. MCCORMICK FRIES wasn’t just a neighborhood joint; it was the spot, and people flocked here from all over. My boss, the good old McCormick himself, had already gone home, leaving the evening shift in the hands of Matthew, Nancy, and me.
Matthew opened his mouth, probably to say something else, but a customer cut in.
“Can I
