I said, stirring the noodles that Lizzy had put me in charge of. “What do you want to know?” she laughed. “How are you going to open one? I mean, I’m sure that you can, but working at Olive Garden doesn’t exactly seem like a stepping stone towards accomplishing that goal.” We laughed together as she washed a bundle of fresh spinach before answering. “At this point in time, it seems like it’s never going to happen,” she sighed, laying the leaves on a cutting board and pulling out a knife. “I keep trying to save up enough money to do something—anything—that will make me feel like I’m moving forward, instead of standing still. Things just aren’t working out, though.” “Don’t give up,” I said encouragingly. “If you keep working at it, things will fall into place.” “I hope so.” She finished her chopping and sprinkled the greens over a sauce she’d made earlier, clearly satisfied with how it turned out as she tasted it.
