So This is Love
“Relax. I don’t bite. Unless you steal my tables. Then maybe.”
“Angie,” Jules said, wagging a finger at her. “Behave. This is Norah. She’s with us.”
Angie leaned against the counter, grin crooked. “Pretty name. Pretty face. You’re gonna make bank, sweetheart. Guys will trip over themselves just to keep you pouring their sodas.”
Norah flushed. “I don’t know about that.”
“Oh, I do,” Angie said, pointing sharp. “You’re diner dynamite. Half the customers’ll start ordering pie they don’t even want, just to keep you hanging around.”