I quickly decide no. Today is my day, and it is going to be filled with magic and goodness and blueberry muffins, and this two-thousand-twelve Andrew Garfield wannabe here can shove it. “That’s my muffin.” My voice is assertive with a touch of crazy lady in the whisper beneath it. “I paid for your coffee.” He dips his head at the latte in my hands. “So, this is my muffin.”
