Ronnie woke at daybreak after a restless night. She yawned. Only a couple of days before actually starting work; she'd have to put the time to good use. The books would get a thorough review. The need to understand how the place operated weighed heavily on her.
Dressed in jeans and a layered tee and sweatshirt, she headed to the kitchen. Fresh coffee smelled wonderful. When she rounded the corner, a man sat at the breakfast table chatting with Marie. A few more steps, and Mitch came into sight. Their conversation halted. Marie quickly stood and pushed her chair under the table.
"What would you like for breakfast, Ronnie? I can make just about anything." Marie ran her hands along the front of her apron, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles.
"Good morning, Ronnie." Mitch slurped his coffee.
