Agatha almost smiled. Almost.
“He said midnight,” Agatha murmured. Her voice was low, the kind that made waiters lean in.
Then the bell above the diner door jingled. A slow, deliberate jingle.
Britney finally looked up. “If he ghosts, I’m billing him for my time. And my pie.” She gestured to the untouched slice of cherry on a saucer to her left. “This is emotional-support pie.”
Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread. “Then talk fast. What’s the job?”
Agatha almost smiled. Almost.
“He said midnight,” Agatha murmured. Her voice was low, the kind that made waiters lean in.
Then the bell above the diner door jingled. A slow, deliberate jingle.
Britney finally looked up. “If he ghosts, I’m billing him for my time. And my pie.” She gestured to the untouched slice of cherry on a saucer to her left. “This is emotional-support pie.”
Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread. “Then talk fast. What’s the job?”