“Second breakfast is my favorite though.” Lexie snorted, spraying me with some bread, and then we both dissolved into laughter. “Shit, sorry. I was just remembering the time you went on a date and asked him about second breakfast, and when he had no idea what you were talking about, you picked up your stuff and left.” More laughter spilled from me. “I have hard limits, okay. And that’s one of them.”
