Chapter Nine
“I don’t know what you guys did last night but it worked.” Anthony says, greeting me at the back door with a cup of coffee. When I furrow my brow he tilts his head toward the front of the restaurant. “Go take a look.”
I pass Cassie, who’s stacking silverware into containers to stock the tables, and peek through the swinging doors. Besides our regular breakfast crowd, I see quite a few new faces and several people waiting to be seated.
“I can’t believe how busy we are,” Cassie says. “We should really get some of those newer items on the menu, Free. I feel like we’re missing out on a great opportunity here. I’ve been looking into—”
“I figured I’d picked up a few supporters last night, but I didn’t expect anything this quickly.” I let the door swing shut. “I’m sorry, Cass. Wh
