Yolks on You was packed. Considering it was a Monday night and two weeks away from Christmas, Kiko was impressed. He hoped he’d bought enough cookies, although he’d made up more than enough eggnog, both alcoholic and non. He rushed around, annoyed with Dom for not showing up but unable to take out his phone and call. Dom was still not technically late; Kiko just hadn’t assumed people would show up this early.
“Chad, back to the register,” he said, noticing the teen messing around with the sprinkles. There were only two customers waiting, but Chad seemed to have difficulties not spilling everything so Kiko wanted him far away from the cookies. What he didn’t need was a bunch of kids crying.
Dom pushed through the crowd to him, still wearing his coat, and Kiko extended an arm to hold him b
