Five minutes late. Move aside people, seriously. I shoved past two businessmen who had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk to chat. Dread inched up from my gut. Being late was part of it. But truth be known, it was mostly that I was heading to the one place I swore I’d never return to. Every time I thought I was done with Beantown Café, something lured me back. A scene from The Godfather flashed through my mind. “Just when I thought I was out…they pull me back in.” As I approached, I could see the coffee shop was hopping. I’d almost hoped no one would be there. I sighed, dragged my apron from my bag, and put it on. The fucking cherry-red apron I swore I’d never put on ever again. Kat had chuckled this morning when she’d seen me folding it into my bag. She thought it was cute. Yeah, real cute. “Cori! Over here.” Harold waved from behind the counter.
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