*Six Months Later*
*Tallon*
“Italian-Russian fusion?” Vinny raised an eyebrow at me as we walked down the new boulevard. New restaurants and shops, some brand new and some familiar, were opening in just a few weeks, and there was a rush of workers as they finished the last few touches.
Signs on glass windows were installed in a hurry. It was a busy location, and one that I was proud to have had a hand in building.
“I was inspired,” I said with a grin, “from my mother-in-law’s wonderful menu at our wedding. Plus, the chef is a rather unusual sort who wanted to build a new restaurant here to ‘unleash their creative spirit.’ I figured you’d appreciate their enthusiasm.”
“Oh, joy.” Vinny rolled his eyes. “Are you even sure this guy knows what he’s doing?”
