"No matter how you do it— no matter where your culinary skills are at— we know it’s never about the food, it’s about the people behind it”
Ruthie left. Deena dried her face, threw her tissues into the garbage. Then she braced herself and pulled the door open.
She was walking down the hallway toward the elevator when a figure approached. Her first instinct was to shrink back, duck into the restrooms, and hide her tear-streaked face.
But it was too late, the person was too close.
Moe Mossberg.
They stopped walking at the same moment. Deena felt heat rise to her cheeks. She moved over to the left to let him pass — at the same moment that he moved to let her pass.
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