“Better?” she asks. Lydia touches the muffin with her fingertip. “Yes.” “I’m sorry about that.” Lydia shrugs. “That’s why you’re the one wearing the apron, isn’t it?” The girl’s mouth drops open. At first, Cassie is certain she’s just going to take it, but it seems like the girl’s had a rough morning with one too many picky customers, because she pulls the muffin off the counter, throws it on the floor, and says to Lydia, “Get out.” Lydia stares at her. “Excuse me?”
