Familiar Rhythm

Stella

“Alright, paperwork’s done,” Vance declares with an air of finality, piling the last of the filed sheets into a neat stack.

The office is a maze of papers, scattered across the desk and floor, but we’ve managed to conquer the monster of bureaucracy.

I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Who knew running a restaurant came with so much... paper?”

Vance snorts. “Did no one warn