Zara’s POV
After my coffee date with Antoinette, I picked up Ken from school. He ran toward me the moment he saw my car, backpack bouncing.
“Mom! Guess what? I got full marks in spelling!”
I bent down and kissed his forehead. “Of course you did. You’re brilliant like me, son.”
“Can we celebrate?” he asked hopefully.
Celebrate?
I was confused but I nodded anyway.
“Of course, we can!” I said. “How about a barbecue at Matthias?”
His cheer was immediate. “My favorite!” he exclaimed.
I wanted to tell him that every food is his favorite but chose not to. “Let’s go,” I said as I helped him with his bag.
It was just a short drive from the school, about twenty minutes, more or less. The restaurant smelled of smoke and sweetness when we arrived. We ordered enough for our dinner. My s
