Chapter Twenty-Two
Madison
A short while later, I looked up at the chalkboard mounted on the wall behind the counter at Firehouse Café.
“Should I try the turkey cranberry brie sandwich or the spinach feta pinwheel?”
I looked at Janet, and she looked back at me, her lips twitching with a smile. “Well, what are you in the mood for? The turkey one is sweeter.”
“I think I’ll take the spinach pinwheel. I love feta. Actually, I love all cheese.”
Janet chuckled and called out my order to whoever was in the kitchen behind her. After that, she prepped me a coffee. “This is the first time you’ve ordered lunch here,” she observed.
“I got a job,” I whispered-shouted as I leaned across the counter, unable to keep my lips from stretching into a gleeful smile.
“Oh, this calls for a hug.”
She rou
