“Frog wants Italian on ciabatta. Not toasted.” He makes a noise of disgust. “Buffalo doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s getting it toasted.” He types it into the kiosk. It’s also the first time I’ve ever heard him call Frog Buffalo. She’s from Buffalo, New York, and I’m guessing the nickname doesn’t happen often because he said it like a pseudo-insult. I prickle in defense like she’s my…friend. She is wearing the emerald green and bright pink striped scarf I knitted her.
