She grinned bemusedly at Meg, before turning to one of the people at the counter. Sam moved smoothly behind the counter, grabbing their food and serving the clients, making small talk with each one all the while.
“Meg, can you pass me the cake over there?”
[ ;How Sam was capable of handling so many people and so many orders all in one sitting was, in retrospect, beyond Meg’s comprehension.
(It was surprising that the girl hadn’t toppled over face-first into the crème brûlée yet.) ]
“You got it, chief,” the awe-stricken auburn hastily replied, sliding a conspicuously ornated cake toward her.
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