Drake smiled, noting the tension leaving his friendâs shoulders. It was a rare sight, at that. He drummed his fingers on the desk a couple of times before he tilted his head. He hated to bring it up, but might as well get it out of the way now that they were on the topic.Â
âSpeaking of people better left avoided⊠there was this really weird lady who came in here todayâŠâ he started gently, sighing. His brain still felt rattled from the whole experience and it hadnât managed to find its rightful place since. No wonder he couldnât get any studying done. It was a good excuse, at the least.
He twirled his chopsticks around idly, thoughtfully chewing a bite before he nearly choked on it. He turned his seat around, coughing into his fist a few times before he felt ready to face Maggie again. A pink flush still colored his cheeks though. âDamn Mags. I-âÂ
Had no idea? Never thought to ask? It honestly felt taboo, coming from her. Like finding something out about your sister you were never supposed to know. Or your grandma. Drake shook his head again.
âNevermind,â he said. He felt much better wading into the other topics at hand. âMaybe the texting is a normal Ida thing, but offering to bake a cake? Iâd say that isnât so normal. I mean, sheâs on the go all the time. I donât think Iâve ever seen her leave The Midnight for more than a handful of hours. Baking a cake is dedication. Special.â Drake nodded as he chose the word, fixing Maggie with another knowing look as he fiddled with the corner of one of the pages of his textbook. âHonestly, I think we pretty much covered all the genetic stuff Iâve been through over the past few hours. Itâs really not that interesting.â And he was hoping to talk about Ida a bit more and push a couple more buttons.
Weird lady? That didnât sound any good. There were definitely enough sketchy characters in Grimmbrookâs shadows that could come out and cause trouble. She didnât want trouble at the gym. Not when it provided safety to people like Drake, and Chad, and Luke. She had people to protect. âTell me more about this lady, Drake. Did she leave a name, a number?â
She could barely re-focus on the sheer joy of getting a good cut of embarrassment all over Drakeâs face. It wasnât often she could truly get one over on him like this. If not for the lady apparently insistent on stopping by to scare her friend and employee she wouldâve been cackling right now.
How was she the one turning pink when sheâd just told Drake about her sex life?  âIdaâs just that kind of person, you know? Sheâd probably offer to bake you a cake too. Sheâs like, the nicest sweetest person in town. Maybe she does this for everyone.â