TRISH PULLED OFF HER lab coat and quickly traded out her heels for sneakers.
“You called the order in, right?”
“Yep, about twenty minutes ago,” one tech piped up. “They said it’d be ready in a half-hour.”
Trish smiled. “That times out well, then. I’ll be right back.”
It was Stephanie’s birthday week, and while the lab was busy enough that they couldn’t all leave for lunch at once, Trish had insisted on at least buying food for the crew to celebrate.
And of course, she picked Italian, Trish thought with a grin. Sometimes I wonder if she eats anything else!
Trish left the building and walked the two blocks to the restaurant to pick up the lunch order. As usual when she walked in, she was greeted with a friendly smile and wave from the owner. She walked to the counter to chat with him a
