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“Yeah, I like it, but what’s with the name?” Hunter added.
“You might’ve noticed the wheel?” I asked, pointing at the wheel, set up in the corner of the room.
“Oh.”
“Oh, is about right, you asshole.”
“Language Steve,” I said, my eyes on Mark, who was fishing through the breadbasket in search of something to eat. I nodded at Abby and waved her over to the table. Then I tapped on Steve’s arm and nodded at the kitchen.
“What’s wrong with Hunter?” I said when we had made it in.
“You’ll have to ask him. I have no idea why, but he’s been in a pissy mood all day,” Steve replied.
“Why do you care what’s wrong with the man?” Nat asked, making her way over to us.
“Where have you been hiding?” Steve asked, giving her a side hug.
“Keeping things running while you hid at the office,” Nat replied.
“Okay, I know you’re deliberately being offensive. I do not hide,” he said.
“Oh please, but I refuse to digress. Why are you worried about the man?”
“Well, he’s a paying guest, isn’t he? His opinion matters.”
“But his mood doesn’t,” Nat said.
“That’s my brother you’re talking about,” Steve said.
“And I’m supposed to care because?”
“He’s a paying guest, Nat, which means he’s to be treated with care and respect until he steps out of the door,” I said sternly, my voice uncompromising.
“Yes sir, I understand, but he’s only been here a few minutes and you’re already wound up, same as always.”
“Nat, you’re not listening.”
“Fine,” she said, then she turned a smile on Steve. “Keep your brother on a leash, Ninja.”
“I thought we let that name go?” Steve asked, his temper rising.
“Not until you die,” I said, laughing. That was Nat’s stock answer to Steve. Always.
“Come on, I’ve been here long enough, my guests must be missing me.”
I made my way to the cafe, exchanging conversations with the seated guests and taking orders where needed. Everyone seemed happy enough. The sound of clinking cutleries fills the room.
Steve and Nat settled down at Hunter’s table and I walked down there after passing the orders to Abby.
“You’re wasting the space,” Hunter said when I arrived at the table.
“What?” I asked, I hadn’t been a part of their conversation so far, so I had no idea what was going on.
“Hunter is saying the passage is a little too large apparently,” Nat told him, the smile on her face strained. I gave her a warning look and turned towards Hunter.
“It’s to accommodate wait staff and moving patrons,” I told him.
“Well, I think you could place a few more tables there and make more money so you don’t have to charge so much on the food menu,” he replied.
