Rona asks, her voice disappointed. I laugh, squeezing red frosting from the bag onto a row of cupcakes. “You’re seriously surprised by that?” “Yeah, a little. I thought he was into you.” “He was into trying to get laid. I’m sure he has plenty of other numbers in his phone he can use for that purpose. Willing girls. Ones that aren’t frigid.” She glowers at me. “You’re not gonna let that go, are you?” “Let it go? Really? Is that a Frozen reference? ‘Cause we’re both frigid?” “Dude, don’t be a bitch.” I smile. “I can’t help it.” “Clearly.” She sighs, looking around the kitchen. “Do you have things under control here? Can I go open the doors?” “Yeah, we’re ready. Holler if you need help with the register.” “You got it.”
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