“How did I manage getting away?” I say, pretending like I’m mulling over the question rather than obsessing about how much I want to stare at her. “I hire dependable people.”
Lily smiles at that. “Do you always work on weekends?”
I nod. “I usually only take off Sundays, when we’re closed. The occasional Monday.”
“What do you enjoy the most about your job?”
She’s full of questions tonight. I give her a sidelong glance and smile. “Reading the reviews.”
She makes a noise like she’s shocked. “I’m sorry,” she says. “Did you sayreviews? You read your restaurant reviews?”
“Every single one.”
“What?Oh my God, you must not have a single insecurity. I make Serena run our social media so I canavoidreviews.”
“Your reviews are great.”
She practically turns her entire body toward me in the seat. “You readmyreviews?”
“I read reviews for anyone I know who owns a business. Is that weird?”
“It’s notnotweird.”
I flip on my blinker. “I like reading reviews. I feel like business reviews are a reflection of the owner, and I want to know what people think of my restaurants. The constructive criticism helps. I haven’t had the kitchen experience a lot of chefs have, and critics are some of the best teachers.”
“What do you get out of reading reviews aboutotherpeople’s businesses?”
“Nothing, really. I just find it entertaining.”
“Do I have any bad ones?” Lily looks away from me, half turning so that she’s facing forward again. “Never mind, don’t answer that. I’m just going to pretend they’re all good and that everyone loves my flowers.”
“Everyonedoeslove your flowers.”
She presses her lips together in an attempt to suppress her smile. “What’s yourleast-favorite part of your job?”
I love that she’s asking me such random questions. It reminds me of all the nights we would stay up late, and she would pepper me with questions about myself. “Up until last week, it was health inspections,” I admit. “They’re extremely stressful.”
“Why up until last week? What changed?”
“The vandalism.”
“Did it happen again?”
“Yeah, twice this week.”
“And you still have no idea who it is?”
I shake my head. “No clue.”
“Do you have any angry ex-girlfriends?”
“Nah, I doubt it. They don’t seem the type.”
Lily kicks off her heels and pulls one of her legs into her seat, making herself more comfortable. “How many serious relationships have you had?”
She’s going there. Okay.“Define ‘serious.’?”
“I don’t know. More than two months?”