CINNAMON:
I dragged Dante through the grocery store like a woman on a mission.
"We need muffins. And coffee. The good kind, not that burnt cafeteria sludge." I tossed packages into the cart. "Fruit. Bagels. Cream cheese—two kinds because someone always complains."
Dante followed behind, hands in his pockets, looking like a man being led to his execution. "Cinnamon, I see no relevance in this. We should be heading to the meeting, not catering breakfast. We don't even know how many people will be there."
I spun around, nearly crashing the cart into his shins. "Trust me. This is the cheat code to winning over old folks. And it doesn't hurt to be kind."
He grunted, grabbed the cart, and pushed it toward checkout stopping me from adding anything else.
I was acting carefree and normal as i
