Melinda fell quiet as she listened, her fingers working on routine as she arranged the blueberries. She had to admit, that when she heard Tate was working on getting sober, it gave her pause. Only for a moment, though, then she nodded.
“I do know a lot of chefs and restaurant owners, that’s true,” she agreed, “though none of them are hiring at the moment, that I know of, at least. I will keep my ears open and drop your name if the chance comes up.” She looked up at him, then down to his hands. He was used to this. Maybe not with fruits and pastry, but there was a precision to it that she appreciated. “As for admitting it to your landlord… well…” she shrugged and shifted her tray a little before picking up a new handful of berries. “Your alcoholism haven’t caused you to create trouble in my building or for me, so all I can do is commend you for working on your sobriety. I can imagine working in a restaurant might not be the easiest place to do that?”