Mia's POV:
Talking to Glenda was easier than I thought. She had this calming and free spirit about her. I almost forgot the reason I was here in the first place until I was done with my meal. And it was an incredible chicken stew.
“You want seconds?” Glenda asked, picking up our bowls.
“No, thank you,” I said, waving my hands in front of her. “I'm good.”
“Hmm,” she said thoughtfully, looking at the pot, “I thought I perfected the recipe. I guess it's not any good then. Oh well.” She dropped the plates in the sink.
“No, no, that was the best stew I've ever had. I mean it. I'm just full or I'd have helped myself to the whole pot.” I chuckled, nervously.
“Oh great then, we can open tomorrow.” She said cheerfully. “I've been trying to make the best stew this town has ever tasted for the
