While the other workers were busy in the store, by the store, which is where Tisha and her family lived, Jack, short for Jacqueline, made the biggest subway sandwich for everyone.
They sat down to eat. The wooden table groaned slightly under the weight of the massive platter, their breathing coming light and relaxed while everyone leaned back into their chairs with hungry smiles.
On the ground, the pups were playing in their own world, their tiny chests rising and falling in rapid, energetic waves as they tumbled over one another on the soft mat, while Tisha's grandparents served side dishes with the sandwiches.
"See, Ms. Kings, I told you my daughter makes the best charming subway sandwich on the whole continent," Grandpa Brown said, patting his daughter's shoulder as he praised her. His broad chest swelled with proud, deep breaths, his cheeks crinkling with a bright smile while his hand rested warmly on Jack's arm.
