Dark eyes are glued on the dessert as her mind immediately flashes back to the moment she’d met Hannah, that holiday party at Wilkens & Granger. With a plateful of these cookies in hand when Hannah had approached her. She’s been pretty convinced that there is no way their meeting was as impressed on Hannah’s mind as it is on hers. “I love these.” She quirks her head to the side, looking up at Hannah. Gray eyes meet her own, inscrutable, even as her voice is soft. “I know.”
