“You know, if my life was a movie, you’d be here to recruit me for some badass mission where we’d go fight crime or steal from the government or something,” Charlie said, lips tugging into a smile as she smoothed down her apron. “But it’s not. And we’re out of eggs until Marcia gets back. So, we just need to make do with an early-afternoon quiet patch. What are you having?”
Easy grin curved Kris’ lips as the woman on the other side of the counter spoke. She pulled a face a sighed, shaking her head. “Shit. I was literally only here for a secret government mission or eggs. You’re kind of throwing off my entire day.” Kris teased, wrinkling her nose. “But I’ll settle for anything with the word lemon or poppyseed in it.” She finished, flashing the other a grin.