The crowd quieted. Yochi reached for a bentsher. “I’m impressed with Berkowitz,” he told Pessie quietly. “He handled it so well”

At least if Miri wasn’t eating, she was smiling. Deena had been holding her breath, but this tour seemed to be doing great things for her

She typed a few more words, backspaced, then, before she could figure out what else to say, she saw @sleepaholic is typing…

“Get their kids away,” Yochi ordered the blond guy. “Someone take them to a quiet place, calm them down”

Keeping Deena company — so weird, how she’d hit it off with that food influencer. They were polar opposites

She dialed again. She sent him a text. Are you coming? We’re stuck here in the tea room, I need your help

Yochi noticed Pessie’s eyes widen. He could just read her thoughts. We just landed, what is up with this guy? Couldn’t he give them time to rest up?

We use china? Who was we? She was only here to do Yochi a favor, she wasn’t part of the tour staff

She wasn’t a big maven or anything, but the food looked impressive. Neat and beautiful plating, unique ideas. And Yochi was desperate