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“Oh, you forgot me!” the woman called out.

“I’ll be right back,” I lied.

I wouldn’t.

Maybe I’d send Fiona back.

I didn’t think I could deal with the woman’s cheeriness.

And I didn’t go back.

Not for a full twenty minutes.

Fiona did get their full orders, though.

And another woman that hadn’t been there earlier was now there. Blonde. Curly hair.

Cute as hell like the other woman at the table.

They all definitely fit well together.

I gritted my teeth when their order came up in the window.

Fiona was with another customer, meaning that I had no other choice but to get it to them myself.

Fuck.

Ten

Have you ever seen a tea kettle start to steam? That’s how women are, too. When you see the steam, you should definitely push them more.

—Posy to a new prospect

POSY

She was angry.

I could tell she was angry.

Her eyes were damn near molten when they met mine for a brief second across the room.

She turned her back on me and grabbed the food out of the window, stacking it expertly on one arm.

“She’s cute,” Silver observed.

“She’s really cute,” Silver’s sister and twin, Aella, agreed. “I like her. She’s feisty.” Aella paused. “Is this the scared Snow White looking woman we’re talking about, or the angry one that keeps sending death glares at Posy every time she looks over here?”

“Death Glare.” Silver snickered. “What did you do to piss her off so bad, Posy?”

I had no idea.

But I knew that anger I could see was directed at me. I just had no idea why.

I didn’t comment.

Mostly because I liked her, too.

I liked her too much.

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