“Long time to be a short order cook or a busboy.”
“I guess they’re content with what they have. You get in a rut, you know? That’s why I’m getting out. And I’m taking coding classes too. I don’t want to be a waitress my whole life.”
“Hey, well, good luck with your new gig.”
“Thanks. I’ll bring your check.”
He gave her a nice tip and left.
On the way out, he looked at the plaque next to the door. It read:Manager: Bill Peyton.
He looked back into the restaurant.
He had never been a regular here. But he’d been here a few times before his life had fallen apart. He had never considered it anything special until now.
And now something that he had found at Katz’s office took on a heightened importance.