Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread. “Then talk fast. What’s the job?”
Britney finally looked up. “If he ghosts, I’m billing him for my time. And my pie.” She gestured to the untouched slice of cherry on a saucer to her left. “This is emotional-support pie.” agatha shay britney dutch
Agatha tapped her fingernail against the chipped menu, her eyes scanning the diner’s late-night crowd. Across from her, Shay was busy tearing a sugar packet into a tiny pile of crystals, while Britney scrolled through her phone with the exhausted concentration of someone avoiding three different conversations. Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread