Build You Up
We both have a lot to work on.
“We got you the butterflies, Aunt Britt! Want to see?” Hailey is bouncing, staring up at Brittany on the other side of the counter.
“There better not be live butterflies in that box,” Brittany looked at it speculatively. I giggle at the idea of Hailey bringing a box of live butterflies into the coffee shop.
“They’re cookies, silly,” Hailey laughs.
Brittany makes me a latte and herself an iced cold brew, then goes on her break to share the cookies with us.
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