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It’d been worth it for him to install that here. He had to. He couldn’t work with paper tickets everywhere a day longer. Not in the kitchen.

“I’m sure that makes things easier having it electronic.”

“It does. At my restaurant they carry tablets with them and enter it as they take the order at the table. That’s not very common though.”

He tried to be up to date on technology when he could, but it had to be beneficial too.

“It feels as if our entire lives are all about having some device in our hand anyway,” she said.

“That was my thought. Let me show you how to enter an order in. When we open there will be another server here. I’ll have you working behind the bar rather than having her covering both. She can show you how to put the orders in, and you can get familiar with the menu.”

“I can jump in and do whatever you need me to,” she said. “Do you need me to make a drink or something for you so you know I can do it?”

He laughed at her. “Not too many are coming in ordering specialty drinks. I’ll be here until close. If you get an order that you don’t know how to do, just ask me, or look it up on your phone if you need to.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Will I be by myself behind the bar until the dinner service?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’ve got someone coming in at four until close. If you can work from when we open at eleven thirty until five that would be great. If you want to stay later and help out if it’s busy that is up to you. I’ll know more as we get close to that time.”

“I can stay as long as you need me to,” she said.

“Good,” he said. “We’ve got a few hours before we open if you want to come back. I don’t have much for you to do. I’ve got to make some desserts to have on the menu. I refuse to sell frozen stuff and it seems not one of my cooks working today likes to bake.”

“I like to bake,” she said.

“Your father said you don’t work in the kitchen.”

“I don’t. Not to cook. I mean I can do small things. But I bake. My parents know I do. I had a cake business on the side before I moved here. Wedding cakes and specialty cakes for parties.” She pulled her phone out. “Here are some of the things I’ve done. I guess it was my hope to try to start that again once I’m settled. My parents don’t know though.”

He looked at her cakes. “These are nice,” he said. He zoomed in for the detail work. That said a lot to him. The time it would take someone to do the little things.

“Thanks. I know you can’t taste them from the pictures. But I can bake anything. If you don’t mind, since you’re doing something anyway, maybe I could do something too. If it’s not up to your standard, I won’t take offense. I’m not professionally trained or anything. Baking was a hobby and design was more my thing. I guess it came with my field of study. But no one has ever complained about the taste of my cakes either.”

He laughed at her. “Not having someone complain isn’t indicative of great tasting food.”

“I know,” she said, sighing. “You won’t know until you try something though.”

He liked how she stood up straighter when she said that. Like she took a stand and put her foot down for a passion when he started to wonder if maybe she was one to shy away from things.

Damn. That was what he wanted to see and he had a little weak spot for it in someone. “Then I guess we are baking together,” he said. “Tell me what you like to make. Your best or favorite dessert.”

“You don’t have anything on the menu?”

“No. There was no dessert here other than what your parents bought and had frozen. I’m not serving that.”

He could whip up any gooey cake or pie in a pinch. Brownies and ice cream, even chocolate chip cookies and ice cream with hot fudge. Dessert didn’t seem to get bought a lot, but he was going to change that too.

“I don’t blame you. I do a great white chocolate chip blondie that goes great with ice cream. Like a fruit ice cream if you have it.”

“That’s interesting, but we’ve only got vanilla ice cream here.”

“Do you have any fruit? I could make a quick jam or sauce to go over it. Strawberries or raspberries work. If neither of that does, I’ve got a great peanut butter pie recipe in a chocolate crust. I’m not sure what you’ve got here for supplies. I can make any kind of cake you want, but wasn’t sure if you wanted a layered cake or not.”

“I’m going to make my signature triple chocolate cake,” he said. “It’s one of the few desserts I do and it’s requested a lot. There are both raspberries and strawberries here. Take your pick. I like the idea of the blondies with the fruit sauce. We’ve got a chocolate dessert and a non-chocolate one. Do you think you have time for the peanut butter pie? Not sure how you make your crust. If it’s with chocolate stuffed cookies, sorry, don’t have them here.”

She laughed at him. “No. I mean I’ve made it that way before, but I don’t. I make a chocolate crust from scratch. I’m sure you’ve got cocoa here.”

“I do. And chocolate chips. All the basics for baking,” he said.

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