POV: BRIGAIL
Brigail was rolling chicken breast in breadcrumbs when she heard footsteps behind her.
Three sets.
She turned. Pam, Jimmy, and Marco stood at the entrance of their corner station wearing matching expressions of barely contained satisfaction.
Brigail looked at Eli. Eli looked at Brigail.
"The actual hell are you doing here?" Eli said.
"I told you he wasn't a morning person," Pam said to Marco.
Marco ignored him entirely and turned to Brigail with an air of enormous self-congratulation. "You didn't really think you could hide this from us."
Brigail started backing toward the pantry. Pam hooked her arm without looking.
"When exactly were you planning to tell us?" Pam asked, gesturing between Eli and Brigail with one finger.
"I wasn't aware I needed permission," Eli said
