The small independent coffee shop, unimaginatively named Coffee n’ Cake, sat in the back street, nestled between a lighting shop and a haberdashery. When Zach entered, smiling his most friendly at the girl behind the counter, he when better than to expect the gesture returned.
Her face fell. Then, her arms dropped to her sides and her mouth hung open. When she gathered her senses, Leanna asked her co-worker to cover and disappeared into the back.
Her co-worker, an equally attractive young woman, was more than happy to serve Zach.
“I’ll take a black coffee,” Zach ordered.
“Anything else?” the woman asked, licking her lips.
“What’s good?” Zach asked, taking in the cakes and scones on the counter. The glass display case to his right held cheesecakes and millionaire’s short
