#Chapter 207: Streetlights

Abby   We’re nearing the end of the night, and although my feet are more sore than they’ve ever been and there’s a fine sheen of sweat on my skin, it’s a good sort of exhaustion that I’m feeling.   I’m taking a moment to stand beside the line, sipping on some ice cold water to calm my nerves. It’s been a whirlwind of a night, but we’ve finally beat the second wave of orders, and now we’re just tying up loose ends before the kitchen is officially closed.   As I glance around, making sure everything is in order, I hear the kitchen door swing open. I look up, expecting to see Daisy or another server bustle in, but there’s no one; just the door swinging on its hinges.   “Hello?” I call out, a bit confused. There’s no answerI can’t see very well over the line, and John and Anton have their backs turned.   Figuring that it was just a random gust of wind or someone opening the wrong door in search of the bathroom, I decide to walk around the line to take a look—just in case.   But