“I can’t, it’s too bitter, but I like my coffee with a lot of dessert in it,” Harmony said.
She opened her mouth again, but Maeve cut in with, “Good to see you, though. We’re just gonna go to the show over there when we’re done eating.”
“I saw them the other weekend, and they’re so good,” Harmony gushed. “I just love the historical vibe to the music. Like that stuff you like, um, that we had on the other day in the cafe?”
“Mm-hmm.” Maeve’s smile was starting to strain at the edges. “Well, we’re finishing up lunch.”
Even I could read that social cue. She was telling Harmony to f**k off.
“Aw, cute. I haven’t eaten yet. What is that? Can I try it?”
Maeve took the last spoonful of her potato soup, then said through a full mouth—which I’d never seen her do before and would’ve been gross i
