Doing Dishes

Famke was in the back of the shop washing up some of Cesar’s dishes. She had taken two more blunt insults from Ambrosia who, for whatever her reasons, appeared to have taken a dislike to Famke from the minute she’d laid eyes on her. When Kara had snickered at a comment the other woman had made, Keshaun appeared ready to pop and Famke was ready to quit and walk out the door.

As if sensing he was going to lose his employee, he’d asked her to go help Cesar out back and she had gladly tossed the rag she’d been wiping down the tables with into the sink and headed out back. Now she was furiously scrubbing a pan and Cesar was giving her side eye.

“Would you stop?” she growled at him.

“I’m still trying to figure out why you held your tongue. You don’t usually,” he said with a shrug.

“Because I like this job and she is here for a visit but not forever. I can handle it.”

“You like working with me?” Cesar boldly kissed the air in her direction.

“Yes. I do like it here. It’s nice not to have cons