At nearly four on a Saturday afternoon, leisurely lunch patrons were finally filtering from the cafe. In the kitchen, Marina glanced at an order, double checking as she plated a spinach salad with strawberries and feta cheese. Balsamic dressing on the side, no onions.
Balsamic dressing on the side, no onions.Across from her, Heather slid a note across the kitchen counter.
“What’s that?”
“A note from your biggest fan.” Heather nodded toward the salad. “Is that for table four?”
Marina traded the salad for the note. “Take it away. Any more orders?”
“Nope. It’s finally slowed down. It’s incredible how much business we get from the food truck.”
“That’s the power of mobile advertising.”
Cruise appeared from the back, wearing a bright coral-colored T-shirt.
Heather looked up at him and sm
