“Sir?” the voice broke through Jake Ross’s daydream, and he turned to glance at the hovering waitress, who was offering the plate full of spaghetti with a shy smile.
“Oh sorry,” swiftly Jake shoved the papers he had been working on, to one side, stacking them neatly so that she had plenty of space to set the plate down on the metal table top. “Thanks,”
“No problem,” the waitress smiled before walking away, her pen poised in preparation for the nest customer’s order.
Jake had barely started to eat, his hunger not allowing him to wait for his daughter any longer, when Sara dropped into a free seat at the table. Her hair was a bright shade of scarlet, a unwelcome change since the last time that he had seen her, and he sighed when he saw just how many shopping bags she was holding.