Lynn continuously glanced around the sparse McDonalds, nervously watching for someone to pull out their camera phone and start clicking pictures. “Relax,” Alexis leaned over, placing one hand on Lynn’s.
“Easy for you to say when you have no idea how the paparazzi are.” Lynn frowned, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of hash brown. She grimaced, the hash brown and sausage biscuit would no doubt go straight to her hips. She rarely ate fast food. The thoughts of how many calories lingered within the buttery biscuit and the deep-fried hash brown made her cringe. Perhaps she was a bit spoiled to the more expensive luxuries when it came to food choices. “And you eat this all the time?”
“Yeah, we stop here in the mornings. Why?” Alexis asked with a mouthful of biscuit and gravy.
“No reason,” Lyn
