Greta's Story Part 8

Greta's cell phone rang after she arrived at her apartment, it was from her mother. She clicked the green button and put the phone in loudspeaker mode.

"Hi, Mom!" greeted Greta lightly, tried so hard to hide her tiredness.

"Gret, are you home now?"

"Yeah,I just arrived, what are doing? Is Daddy with you?" asked Greta while she took her chef shoes. She was grimacing when she saw redness on both of her feet.

"I'm here baby, how was your first day? it was father's voice.

"Hi, Dad! Um, it's good, I have a very kind partner and the restaurant was crowded though," said Greta, she stood up and walked to the fridge. She took out a can of beer then plopped down on the couch.

"That sound fun! And who is the Executive chef? do we know him? I mean usually we recognized some of the Mechlin stars chef," mumbled Gabriel Specter, Greta's father.

Greta could see with her sense that beside her father, her mother must nod her head in agreement. Because they were indeed a goodies couple who went to all t