Elsa sees what is going on and whispers to me, “Eve can handle herself. But come get me if things get out of hand.” Then, she retreats into her office.

“Sophia!” A friendly face pops into my line of sight. “Draft beer, please.”

“Drew!” I smile at my customer. Drew is my next-door neighbor. He’s a construction worker, and he has a five-year-old son, Tim, who I sometimes babysit. “I thought you had a date tonight.”

“I do.” Drew gives me a smile that is filled with ...