Hot Child In The City
Fiona comes in through her door, the band of her black cap soaked with sweat, and literally radiating the Florida head. She's lugging a wooden crate with rope handles that looks like it weighs fifty plus pounds, but she manages, even with a cellphone clamped to her ear with her shoulder.
"Yeah, going into a tunnel. Gonna lose you." She shifts the crate up onto the bar, still talking. "No, Madeleine, I promise, I'll be there. Kiss kiss."
She lets the mobile drop and catches it, snapping it shut and pocketing it. "Bar, can you hold these for me until someone can take them? They're for Ramon." The crate disappears and a napkin appears in its place. "Yes, I owe you a bartending shift. And maybe other favours as yet to be named. Thank you."
"Can I get a banana smoothie extra protein?"