“Ronnie is working on the pie.” He was known for his Burger of the Day, but the pie was really where it was at. Maybe it was the best kept secret at Terrible’s in Searchlight - their humble, short-order cook - but she didn’t mind at all. Secrets were what she mended her clothes with.
At the but about her name her eyebrows would arch a bit. “Is that what it means?” Laughing softly, she would shrug, “I guess I never looked it up.” But she was curious about it now. This man seemed so worldly, that accent was interesting. It was funny to her just how many men with accents she’d met recently. Was that a coincidence?