Willow stood behind the counter with the previous day's notes spread around her, one small scrap of paper drawing her attention over and over.
Elementary school — lunch inquiry — Megan.
She kept glancing at it while pretending to focus on something else.
Meredith noticed. "You've been staring at that paper for five minutes."
"I have not."
"You have."
"I was thinking."
"About the paper?"
"About the school inquiry."
Meredith gave her a knowing look. "That's what people call staring at paper, you know?"
Willow folded the note and tucked it beneath the register. "Do you have something better to do?"
"Actually, yes." Meredith smiled and walked off before Willow could answer.
Willow shook her head, smiling despite herself.
She wasn't worried about the food itself. She knew she could
