Tony
Every time she pushed through the swinging doors with a fresh tray of "Break-Up Banana Bread," she looked lighter. The shadows under her eyes were still there, but the hardness in her jaw—that permanent set that looked like she was prepared for a legal battle—had softened into something human.
"She's a spitfire, isn't she?" Leo muttered, leaning into the kitchen hatch to grab a stack of napkins. He looked at me, then at her, and gave me a knowing smirk that I wanted to slap off his face.
"She’s something," I agreed, watching her explain the 'liquidated assets' pun to a confused farmer who just wanted a plain muffin. “And she’s too old for you, Leo. Don’t even think about it!”
“I bet she wouldn’t like it if she knew you were calling her old.” Leo said, casually stretching and runni
