She laughs. “No, you don’t. Now spill. What did he say?”
Lucy’s grin widens as she rounds the counter and bumps her hip against mine like she’s trying to shake the answer out of me.
“Come on, Sienna. You’re blushing. What did he say?”
“Nothing. He just… placed an order.”
“For what?”
“Pastries.”
She gasps dramatically. “Pastries? From a bakery? Shocking. Groundbreaking.”
I shoot her a look. “Assorted pastries. And muffins. And bagels.”
“Ooh, fancy. Did he let you pick?”
I huff, crossing my arms because she’sbeing ridiculous. “Yes, and he was just… I don’t know. All business. No personality. Just very serious and demanding.”
Lucy wiggles her brows. “Hot, right?”
“I don’t want to talk about this. You should take the delivery tomorrow.”
That shuts her up.
“You don’t want to see him again?”
I glance up with a shrug. “No. Why should I? I do enough deliveries. It’s your turn.”
“Since when do we take turns?”
“Since right now.” I slap my hands on the counter. “Come on, Lucy. I did some yesterday. Pick up your slack.”
Her brows knit, appearing concerned. “Was he mean to you?”
“No.”
“Did he say something inappropriate?”
“No, but that sounds like something that might turn you on, so you should just take your cute ass over there and deliver.”
She eyes me suspiciously. “Are you nervous?”
“About?”
“I dunno. You came back flustered yesterday.”
“I walked too fast.”
She pushes out her lips nonchalantly. “Well, you took the order, you deliver them.”
“That’s not a rule.”
“It is now.” She blows a kiss at me, and I swat it out of the air.
She’ssonot my best friend anymore.
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