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“A customer wants to speak with you, Dad”

My father looked up as if waking from a trance When his eyes settled on me, he looked taken aback Or maybe just put out

“Can't you handle it?” he grumbled

“He specifically asked for you,” I said “I don't knohat he wants”

My dad wasn't the most pleasant man around In fact, hed as he tossed his spatula down and wiped his hands on his apron He followeda word the entire time

There was a reason I worked the front of the diner and he reood with people – which ruood day Now, thanks to all of the pressure and stress he was under, it had only gotten worse, ht it all upon himself

We were all being made to suffer for his poor decisions So, if anybody had a right to be upset and angry, it was me, and yet here I was every day with a damn smile on my face

“Yes?” he said without soin front of Nico with a scowl on his face “My daughter said you wanted to talk to me”

“There is a ru the place,” Nico said

A shot of fear lanced through er at Nico for betraying my confidence when he'd sworn not to My dad looked over atto act innocent

“I want to help,” Nico said

My dad scoffed “Help? How could you possibly help me? And, ould you?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he said

Just then, another group of custoh the front door and I needed to run over and seat the a stack of menus from beneath the counter, I turned to walk away from Nico and my father, but he called me back

“Sophia, you will need to listen to this as well,” he said