The Missing Ingredient

Stella

The restaurant has long since closed, but the aroma of sauteed onions and garlic still lingers in the air. The sound of sizzling oil on the stove and the faint melody of a song that I don’t like wafting from a speaker in the corner mix together to create a tense symphony that I absolutely don’t need to be hearing right now.

I’m stressed, to say the least. Really stressed.

Briggs stands nex