I barely noticed the hours passing. I was deep in it—tasting, plating, adjusting seasoning, checking the flow of service—until the clock blinked 2:45 p.m. and the last of the lunch crowd drifted out.That’s when Emma cornered me.“Alright,” she said, crossing her arms and leaning against the counter
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