Watching him leave, she felt a part of her heart fall. Old friends were few and far between. But there was always tomorrow. She turned to her soup and carefully finished it off. It was, as always, very good and she savored every bite. Tasting all the different ingredients that went into it, she smiled. The cook was testing out some new versions. Successfully from what she could tell. With a light step, she picked up her bowl and retired to the kitchen. The tips that had come in all went to her. A fair trade considering that business had more than tripled when she started working here.

Moving on into her room, she settled on her bed with the door partially open. That way the light from the kitchen spilled in. Settling in with a book, she tried to read where she had left off. A few minutes later, she gave up. There was no way should could concentrate. Arturo filled her mind. He was so close! In this very city. It was a restless soul that turned into bed later that night. Her dreams absorbed by the man who had become a hero to her.