#Chapter 206: Looking to the Future

Abby   The rest of the night goes by in a whirlwind. John, Anton, and I are like a well-oiled machine, sending out plate after plate of well-received meals. There are a few complaints and dishes that are sent back, but we handle everything in stride.   “Abby, table seven sent back their steak,” Daisy says, returning with the plate. “They asked for medium well and they got medium rare.”   I nod at John, who is already throwing another steak on the grill. “Tell them we’re sorry, and bring them another appetizer while we make a new one,” I say without batting an eye.   Daisy nods and disappears, leaving the three of us in our element again.   “You know, despite a couple of hiccups here and there, tonight has been pretty much seamless,” John points out as he watches the steak.   He’s right; it has been seamless, in more ways than one. For the most part, at least. I keep thinking about the fleeting dance I shared with Karl, and no matter how much I try, I can’t get it off my min