Still, he was reluctant to step away. Once Austin got in a rhythm, it was easier to go, go, go until it was all finished. Breaking his pace felt like climbing out of a warm pool into shockingly frigid air. Like waking from a wonderful dream to a small, lonely bed.
Austin carefully put his knife down. He honestly had no idea who had come to see him. Maybe one of his s**t-head roommates had locked themselves out of the apartment again.
"I'll be right back," he told Luis. He didn't want the line cook reporting back to Chef Paul that he'd been shirking his duties.
Austin walked through the kitchen, dancing around the other workers all engaged in equally menial but necessary tasks. He pushed through the back screen door. It had rained out while he'd been inside, though he hadn't noticed when
