Pizza, roses, and a unsurpassed mutual appreciation.

Claire pressed the green button and the printer spat out another fistful of orders. She picked them up and headed into the blissful cool of the back room, close to the walk-in fridge. It was only eleven, and they had been busy since seven. No wonder her sister had asked her to come and helpContinue reading “Pizza, roses, and a unsurpassed mutual appreciation.”