“You good, kid?” It took a second to remember his name, and his baby face came into view as his head whipped up. Dancing between the fryer and the grill, he only nodded as he clenched his jaw in determination. At least it’s not me anymore.
Grabbing a basket of tortilla chips off the prep table, I left the kitchen without another word, and my eyes snapped to the clock on the wall above the door. My break stretched on another 8 minutes, and I licked my teeth heavily. Indecision beat against my eye sockets, but I forced it down on my way to Katarina’s table. The bottle of alcoholic creamer sweated under my palm, and she perked up when I dropped down into the chair across from her.
“You work here?” Busying myself with pouring her shot, I didn’t answer Katarina immediately while I gathered my
