She had just tied her apron, wiping her hands with a clean cloth, when her colleague peeked into the kitchen and said, “Hannah, I know you’re done for the day, but… there’s a last-minute order. Cartons need to go, and they’ve specifically asked for the grilled fish.”
Hannah blinked. Her fingers paused for a second on the knot of her apron.
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