THIRD PERSON POV
"Miss Zora," Jason's voice boomed through the intercom speaker on Hrolf's desk. Her brows knitted before she responded.
"Jason, is there something you need?" Hrolf lifted his head from his paperwork he was signing and looked at her, but said absolutely nothing.
"Not at all but there is a delivery for you at the reception, Miss Zora. The receptionist said the package came from town."
"Prestiños!" Zora shot up from the couch with a delightful smile.
"Prestiños?" Hrolf questioned.
"Yeah," she slung her purse over her shoulder. "I was just whining to Frank yesterday on how much I miss prestiños from our restaurant and he might have taken a hint by making me some."
She walked towards where he sat before placing a soft kiss on his cheeks. "I will be back!"
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