Sent To A Fantasy World and Now All the Men Want Me #5

Back in Business, Zombie Style

I loved early mornings. Just not when I’d been fucked to within an inch of my life the night before. After waking at fuck-this-o’clock, I’d cooked breakfast for the house of ravenous men and then sent them all to work.

Pastries covered the kitchen island, sorted by type and flavor, and the burr mills along the wall freshly ground coffee beans. Clinks of silverware and the murmur of voices came from the main dining room as customers piled into the café.

“Do you need to take a break, Mister Evan?” Miles set an order on the counter for pickup. Alice fluttered in, grabbed the tray, and winked at us before rushing back into the busy dining room. “You look tired.”