“If you were referring to your coffee, I was calling that a Sharkie.” “Aw,” Bobbi deadpanned. “You named a drink after me. I’d be moved if this was some Hallmark movie where the coffee shop owner teaches the badass boss bitch city lady—with amazing fashion sense—how to open her heart so she can start to live, laugh, love her life. But luckily, this is real life. And that’s not on our meeting minutes.”
