Kelly
In the passenger seat of Bob's car, my butt pressed into the heated leather seat, there's so many buttons and levers I have my hands gripped together in my lap in case I accidentally touch something and launch a missile into the County Courthouse.
"I've got us a booking at The Kitchen, have you been there?" Bob acts like this is no big deal.
"Chef Sousa's restaurant?"
"That's the one." Bob smiles the way I imagine a father would when he's surprised his little girl, and I'm touched.
"This is an awesome day," I say, looking out the window at the passing city because I'm too overwhelmed to meet his gaze.
"It'll only get better," Bob says seriously. "You've got a special talent, Kelly. And the fact that you're so close to the Crash Happy boys is a stroke of luck. It's true what they say in this industry, it really is about who you know. And you know the best up-and-comers we've seen in years."
