Khaat had gone into Sparks early on a Saturday morning. It was an overcast, chilly Autumn day. Khaat had worn a pair of dress jeans, a deerskin blazer, her boots, and a plaid cotton shirt in blue, red, white, and green.
She had arrived at about the time that Lizzie, her cook, did, and together they turned out a whole new list of pumpkin favorites to add to the breakfast menu. Her customers were getting into the hang of fall, and so Khaat and Lizzie had decided to give in to their requests and add some new seasonal offerings.
Pumpkin waffles with a creamcheese toping. Pumpkin scones and muffins, and of course, the new Sparks favorite, Pumpkin Spice tea. Since she had introduced it, the tea had been so heavily demanded, they had to constantly be brewing a pot. She had even been playing with a recipe for Hot Spiced Pumpkin Juice for the kids. Her regulars were delighted.
The place filled up early on Saturday mornings, and today was no different. Her servers were pratically flying, delivering orders as fast as Lizzie could turn them out. Khaat had expanded the dining room twice already this morning. It was one of the busiest mornings the bistro had ever had. When she was sure that things were running along at a smooth and pleasant buzz, she took her cup of french roast and sat at an empty table near the kitchen and decided to take a break. It was barely 9, and she had put in several hours' work already. She was starting to realize that she might be hungry herself.