We are going to have a major snowstorm. Angela opened the door and cocked her head toward his booth. “French toast?” Matthew said, entering and ripping off his coat. “You said you liked variety,” she said. “I hope you like blackberry syrup.” Matthew looked at his plate, powdered sugar floating on a lake of syrup. “I like.” He sat. “The clouds out there look pretty ominous today. And the temperatures seemed to drop the closer I came to the shop.” “Ha ha.” Angela sat across from him. What did I say? “Oh, I didn’t mean it got colder—” “I know what you meant,” Angela interrupted, glancing at the window. “I’ve already turned up the heat twice. We’re supposed to have quite a storm. Maybe even a blizzard. They’re predicting up to two feet.” “We’ll still be open for business, no matter what, right?” Matthew asked. “Right.” She glided out of the booth. “I have to check on the coffee.” Matthew reached for her arm and missed. “Angela?”
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