@liamxoconnell:
Whenever he wasn’t out on the water, Liam liked to keep busy by working at the local fish market that his trawler serviced. Sure he could have made more money on one of the long term ships, but that would cut into both his schooling and his HAMER activities since he’d be gone for six months at a time. That’s why he was heading to Lupe’s restaurant, her delivery of fish iced down in the bed of his pickup.
While normally he would have gone through the back, the only road leading behind the restaurant was blocked by another delivery truck. So instead of walking in the kitchen, Liam was banging on the front door, hoping she would be able to hear him. “I know you’re not open Lupe,” Liam said with a grin when she opened the door, completely unphased by the knife in her hands. “But unless you want me to take your fish down to that new Vietnamese place down the street you gotta let me in.”
“Do not talk to me about them,” she growled even as she opened the door for Liam to complete the fish delivery. Guadalupe prided herself on the cuisine she grew up eating, at being different from the general American places that surrounded her restaurant. It annoyed her that another ‘different’ restaurant had come to her street, though she wasn’t so unfair that she blamed Liam for it. But it was a clear source of irritation. “Put it in the refer, and then sit. I need a taste tester and here you are, perrito.”