Then she says, “Oh, trust me. I’m used to finishing off Levi’s desserts by now.” My eyes go wide and hers just stay trained on mine, unyielding. She pulls out her clutch to pay. “Oh, don’t worry about it,” I say. As I bag up the scone, something in me rises to meet her, turning to steel. “Levi’s already our best customer.”
No what's wrong with you don't sell her a damn scone you made for Levi kick her out of Tea Time! THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH!!
