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One day Enzo would be doing this on his own. It was something he hated to think about, but he couldn’t deny reality. People lived and they died, and there was nothing that could be done to change that.
With Ella and Marco moving on to bigger and better things in their own lives, and Tony who was never invested in the business to begin with, the restaurant would be compromised of hired help unless by some miracle Enzo met someone and continued the tradition with his children.
For some strange reason, he imagined a little blonde-haired girl that looked exactly like Cami, and a boy with dark hair and blue eyes like his own sitting at one of the tables, filling salt and pepper shakers and arguing over who was better at it.
Chapter 6
Cami had tacos on the mind all day, and she was so ready for Taco Tuesday. Nothing could beat scarfing Mexican food and washing it down with margaritas while hanging out with her two best friends. It was the one night where she allowed her brain to turn off and just have fun. The margaritas definitely helped.
She parked her car in Krissy’s driveway and headed to the front door, taking in the beautiful flowers that Krissy had worked so painstakingly hard on keeping alive. She had a real knack for gardening, something Cami definitely did not have. Cami couldn’t even keep a ficus alive, and according to her mom, they were impossible to kill. She proved her wrong. Twice.
Ever since Krissy redid her kitchen, she’d been happily volunteering her place for their weekly get-together. Cami didn’t mind in the least, since she wouldn’t have to rush home from work to clean her house so her friends wouldn’t witness the complete disaster that was her living room.
She prided herself on having everything together, but lately it was getting harder and harder to keep up. She used to thrive off of a jampacked schedule, feel the adrenaline pumping through her body as she added more to her list, but now, she was tired.
Running full steam ahead for so long was catching up to her. She’d never admit it, though. Admitting it would be like admitting failure, and that was not acceptable. She gave her cheeks a pat, to wake herself up, wishing she’d doubled up on the espresso.
She knocked once to give Krissy a heads up, then let herself in. The mouth-watering aroma of cumin and chili powder greeted her, causing her stomach to growl. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten. Between the rush of customers, receiving the shipment, and speaking to Allison about designs, she’d completely lost track of time.
“I’m here,” Cami announced. She moved through the house to the kitchen, hoping Krissy had something ready to eat.
Krissy’s head popped up from the counter, a smile on her face. Her black rimmed glasses that sat just beneath thick brown bangs, slid down her nose. She used her palm to push them back into place.
“Good, you can make the margaritas,” Krissy said.
Cami snatched the bottle of tequila off the counter. “It’s lovely to see you, too.”
“I just saw you this morning,” Krissy said. Which was true, since Krissy stopped in to grab a cup of tea at the coffee shop right before Allison showed up. “Now get to making.”
Cami laughed and dug out the margarita machine Krissy had bought on a whim. It was the greatest purchase she had ever made, in Cami’s opinion.
“How’d the meeting go?” Krissy asked.
“Oh!” Cami fished out her cell phone. “Allison had some really great designs. I’ve narrowed it down to two and I wanted to get yours and Ella’s opinion.” She brought up the pictures and held the phone out to Krissy. Krissy wiped her hands on her skirt and took the phone. She swiped back and forth looking at both designs, lips pursed.
“Just pick one.”
“I like them both,” Krissy said, and Cami sighed.
“If you had to pick just one.”
Krissy’s head tilted as she swiped back and forth. “If I had to pick.” She tapped a finger on her chin and Cami was about to grab the phone and say forget it when Krissy handed her the phone back. “The second one.”
“Thank you.” Cami dropped her phone on the counter and went back to making margaritas. “How was work?” she asked.
Krissy owned Scoops, the local ice cream shop that was shaped like a cup of vanilla soft serve. Getting a picture with the odd shaped building had people driving from all over.
“I had a three-year-old pitch a fit when she dropped her cone.”
Cami snatched a sliver of avocado that Krissy was slicing. “Why didn’t you just give her another one?” she asked and popped the avocado in her mouth.
“I did, but she wanted the one on the ground.”
“And you wonder why I don’t want kids,” Cami said.
“But they’re so cute.”
“If you like drooling, whining, time-sucking things, then sure.”
