After Lia and Nicole saved the leftover pizza and meatballs in Lia’s office refrigerator, they proceeded to walk out of her practice and in the direction of the town hall. Rosewood was quite pretty this time of year, with the end of spring and warmer months of summer beginning. Nicole took a deep breath of the fresh air, noting the fullness of the trees dotting the sidewalk.
“Nervous?” asked Lia, glancing at her friend.
“A little. I remember he was a bit difficult to deal with when I first took over the cafe. Lots of questions and not very friendly. I got the impression he thinks he’s better than all of us, or at least me.” Nicole clenched her fists in anticipation of the difficult conversation. After all, how was she going to approach it? If she appeared too friendly, he would walk all
