I nod and round the island toward her, coffee cup outstretched in her direction. “You’re welcome. Take a seat. Tell me what you want, and I’ll serve it up.” With a soft smile, she wraps her palms around the coffee cup and makes her way to one of the stools at the island’s counter, gazing over the options. “Honestly, I kind of want some of everything? It looks amazing.” She sounds bashful admitting she wants it all, whereas I’m just thrilled she doesn’t hate what I made. “Coming right up. What my girl wants, she gets.”
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