As the last customer leaves the Lobster shack a smile creeps across my face. Just a few more tasks and then I get to go home. Quickly I clean tables and sweep floors. Everyone seems to be in a hurry to go home. Tourist season always proves to be long and tiring. Breaks are far and few between. The weather has been perfect. Perfect warm days attract crowds. The gloomy days tend to be slow. Very few people want to sit on the water when the rain is pouring and wind is howling.
As I walk out of the shack, headlights from Roman's jeep ignite. He waits in his jeep as I walk towards it. Smiles come across both of our faces as I climb in. He gives me a quick peck on the lips that leaves me wanting more. "How was your day baby?" He asked.
I roll my eyes at the question. My stained t-shirt shoul
