“Be safe, Tegan of Baby Got Buns.”
My face went up in a flame of heat at that comment, and I rushed across the street, making sure that I checked the traffic light this time.
No sooner than I crossed the street and entered my shop than my phone rang.
“Palmer, hey, girl. What’s going on?”
“Nothing. I just finished my class, and I don’t have another one for another two hours. I was thinking about how I can’t wait for your shop to open so that I can pop by there in between classes.”
I laughed.
“Girl, didn’t you just finish a workout?”
“And did.”
“Then please tell me why you’re already thinking about packing the calories back on?”
“Same reason that you do. It’s not my fault that my best friend is the world’s best baker, and she makes irresistible treats that are fattening and delicious at the same time. Why you think I became a yoga and Pilates instructor?”
I laughed. “Oh, so you’re going to blame your entire career choice of not becoming a nurse to your parents’ dissatisfaction on the fact that I’m a baker?”
“Where’s the lie, friend?”
“You’re full of it.”
“I’m thinking about heading to the mall to do a little retail therapy while I wait. It will be the perfect remedy to get my mind off my plump ass and my bestie’s efforts to sabotage this fine ass body of mine.”
“Whatever.”
“You wanna come with?”
“Nah. I’d better pass. I’m already late today, and I have another inspector on the way.”
“Booooring,” she sang and then yawned.
“I’ll tell you what wasn’t so boring.”
“What’s that?”
“I went to the local coffee shop and ordered a coffee and my breakfast.”
“Wait, you didn’t go to Brew ‘N’ Sip? You love that place.”
“I do, but this morning, the line was wrapped, and I was already running late. So, I remembered that there’s a coffee shop across the street from me, and I decided to grab something there. As luck would have it, they made my specialty drink and have the Danishes that I love.”
“Friend, I’m falling asleep over here. I’m not interested in your gut health, just making sure that you keep those buns of steel in place. Where’s the not boring part?” Palmer whined.
I laughed. “You’re silly. You make me sick, you know that?”
“You love me. Now tell me the good stuff.”
“Anyway, someone ordered the exact same thing that I did and tried to claim my order.”
“There are two of you lunatics in this world?”
“Whatever. Yes, there are. Anyway, he tried to snatch my drink, and I had to check him. Only he proved that I was wrong because when he spun the cup around, the receipt had his name on it, not mine.”
“And?”
