“How long has Russell had the restaurant?” G-ma asked.
“Five or six months,” Carrera replied. “He bought it when he moved back.”
“Where’d he go?”
“He went to live with his mom in Boston last year.”
“How’s the restaurant doing?”
Carrera shrugged. “First time here.”
“Excuse me,” Russell said into a mic. “Can I get everyone’s attention?” The room quieted. “Hello and welcome to Russell’s. I’m Russell Fitzpatrick. Thanks to everyone for being here. I hope you’re enjoying the appetizers.” He paused, his gaze canvassing the room. “As many of you know, in addition to running my successful restaurant, I’ve been very active in our community.” He started reciting all the communityactivities he’d been involved with or had spearheaded. “It’s my great honor to announce that I’m running for United States Congress!”
I wasn’t expecting that.
He and G-ma exchanged glances.
Several in the room started cheering.
Though surprised to hear, Carrera applauded. He thought Russell had zero interest in politics, but maybe that had changed since he’d gotten involved in the community. Carrera couldn’t fault his friend for wanting to make a difference.
“I’m going to work hard for my constituents, put your needs first, and fight hard to make sure that the good people of Virginia get the tax breaks they need,” Russell continued. “If you want to be a part of my campaign, talk to me or to my campaign manager.”
A man standing next to Russell raised his hand. “I’m the campaign manager.”
“A round of drinks on the house,” Russell said. “And I hope I can earn your vote through hard work and an honest campaign. God bless.” He turned off the mic and start shaking hands with everyone standing nearby.
“That was exciting,” G-ma said.
A server came by. When she made eye contact with Carrera, she smiled. “Hi, would you like a glass of champagne to celebrate with the future congressman? Or maybe a shot?”
“I’m ready for that lasagna,” Carrera said to his grandmother.
“Oh, did you order lasagna?” the server asked. “Wait, we don’t have that on the menu.”
“I need to make a stop before we head home, so we should probably go,” G-ma said.
“We’re gonna pass on the drinks,” Carrera said.
The server’s expression dropped. “How ‘bout a coupon for a free appetizer?”
“We’re good, but thanks,” Carrera said.
Russell walked over, a wide grin covering his face. “Is this great or what?”
“Congratulations,” Carrera said as he extended his hand.
As the two men shook hands, Russell said, “Well, I haven’t won yet.” Russell addressed G-ma. “Thanks for joining me today, Elsa. It means a lot.”
“I hope you win,” G-ma said.
“Carrera, I was hoping you’d join my campaign, maybe take that pretty mug of yours and go door-to-door talking to the good people of Virginia.”
“I wish I could help, but I’m stretched thin.”
Russell shot him a smile. “I’ll get you to change your mind.” After a hearty laugh, he squeezed G-ma’s shoulder. “Thanks for being here.”
Russell moved on to the next table as the server handed Carrera a business card. “It’s for free appetizers.” Her cheeks pinked. “I put my number on the back, if you ever want to have coffee or something.”
