For days now, paranoia had been eating Ariel alive. She'd constantly been on edge, feeling as though she were being watched. But that morning, she'd woken up, and like magic, the feeling was gone. She'd felt free again. She'd had her time with her husband, the two of them enjoying each other thoroughly. Then they'd showered together and gone downstairs to have breakfast. She'd kissed Tristan goodbye at the door. And then she had made her way to her food truck and had gotten in and had driven to her usual spot.
From there, she had expected the day to go back to normal. But instead it had just gotten better and better. She'd seen some of her favorite customers, having the time to chit chat with them a bit. Old Rufus and his dog had come by, and the old man had informed her that he was thinking of getting another dog as a companion for his friend, but was still unsure he would. Even her cooking had been on point. No mishaps during preparation, no orders gotten wrong.
