“Sweetie, could you get me a coffee?” Rachel fluttered pretty eyelashes at her boyfriend over the back of the couch, smoothing out her apron with her fingers.
Asher stopped short of rolling his eyes as he passed a muffin to Joey and had to go all the way back to the counter for another coffee. Wasn’t like Rachel worked there, was it?
“So, anyway, I
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