After another beat, she gives her a curt nod and turns to me, an absurdly large smile on her face. “Um, yes, of course. And for you, sir?” “You wouldn’t happen to have chocolate shakes, would you?” Mia covers her mouth, doing a horrible job of hiding a laugh, while the server looks genuinely bewildered. Veronika passes a look between Mia and me before clearing her throat. “For you, I’m sure I can work something out.
