Prix Fixe by nsbnina

He sat in the corner, with a weathered brown leather satchel on the table in front of him. Rachel was told to take care of him.  It was her first week on the job. She was yet to learn what that meant. “There is not much business here,” Guy (pronounced in the French way, or...

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