“When are you gonna start working on your own happily ever after?” That made me stop in my tracks. Needing to busy myself so he wouldn't see me flustered, I untied my apron and hung it up. “What makes you think I’m not happy?” “Are you?” he countered as he licked his fork clean and stowed it in his pocket for safekeeping. “I don’t know.” I gave the kitchen a once-over. It wouldn’t be long before the morning shift came in. “I guess I used to think that happiness meant having everything all at once. And now I’m realizing that maybe happiness isn’t the
