I stand off the table and really laugh at a thought. “I love when our clients think we’re oblivious to what’s happening.” Our job description: watch them. Donnelly checks himself out in a full-length mirror. “They must think we’re plannin’ tea parties and brushing each other’s hair.” While I toss my empty bowl in a nearby trashcan, he adds to me, “Maximoff is looking over here for the third time.” “Fifth,” I correct and fix my earring. “It’s like he likes me, he really likes me.” I turn and purposefully catch my boyfriend staring. I raise my brows at him. He tries to hold a scowl.
