Alexi carefully arranged the banana slices around the edges of the glass bowl. There wasn’t much time before the ice cream started dripping, but they had to get this right. Once they were satisfied, they added the drizzle of hot fudge sauce and a delicate sprinkling of chopped nuts. It took another fifteen seconds that dragged on like five minutes to get their creation into proper lighting in the back room. Then they pulled out their phone, angled it to seem like they were sitting at a table casually snapping a pic, and took half a dozen shots, each slightly different from the rest.
“Is it safe to move around now?” Ivan asked.
“Yes, I’m not gonna go Christian Bale on you for messing up my lights,” Alexi said, plopping down into the chair and stabbing a spoon into the scoop of Peanut Butt
