"Any luck yet?" Manon asks, sipping her coffee like a kid trying to avoid lip burn. I do the same, setting the ceramic with a loud thud on one of the many brown wooden tables filling The Beanie House Café.
I can only imagine what her response will be if she learns I brought Desmond to our favorite pastry hideout. I won't be taking any risks telling her that, though. This remains a secret between Desmond and me, so I know who to attack if Manon ends up finding out somehow.
"With what?" I ask, biting into my chocolate doughnut.
God, these people know how to make pastries. I'm even considering visiting them once I'm chairwoman of The Lopez Room for a collaboration. Their products are five-star worthy no lies, from crunch to filling, it's a pleasure district throughout.
"DUH! Your blind dates dummy. You have a few days left before your birthday, or did you forget again?" Manon wipes the corners of her mouth with a napkin, glancing at me from the corner of her cat eyes.
