Dove was busy putting the lunch rush dishes into the washer when one of her staff, a cute little college student called Diana, stuck her head in the kitchen.
“Hey, Dove…a package arrived for you…I put it in your office.”
Dove lifted her head, using the back of her hand to brush some hair away. “A package? It’s probably for the business…thanks.”
“I don’t think it’s for the business…” Diana said coyly.
Dove frowned. “Oh, what makes you say that?”
“It was delivered by that cute gang thug that has a crush on you…that was in here the other day…” Diana giggled.
“Cute gang thug?” Dove said confused, then her eyes widened, then narrowed and her mouth twisted sardonically. “It’s not him with the crush…”
“Are you sure? He comes in quite often these days, buying a cake and leaving...it's adora
