Frankie had two young women and a beautiful African-American man named Leco on staff; Leco just happened to have sexy green eyes like a cat’s and a smile to die for. The two women were busy making kiwi pies and Leco was checking on an oven.
Frankie turned to me and said, “I have your contract for the party right here.” He fished a transparent green plastic file folder out of a stack of paper. “Should we go over it before you share a final signature?”
“Just the menu page, please,” I said.