Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread. “Then talk fast. What’s the job?”
Shay stopped shredding paper. “Dutch isn’t late. Dutch is deliberate .” She glanced toward the back booth where the man himself usually held court. “Which means he’s either testing us or ghosting us.”
Dutch stepped in — not tall, but somehow taking up all the space. He removed his sunglasses even though it was 11:47 at night. His gaze swept past the counter, past the jukebox, and landed on their booth. agatha shay britney dutch
Britney finally looked up. “If he ghosts, I’m billing him for my time. And my pie.” She gestured to the untouched slice of cherry on a saucer to her left. “This is emotional-support pie.”
“How fast can the three of you disappear?” Would you like a version where these are , character bios , or poetry lines instead? Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread
Agatha almost smiled. Almost.
“He said midnight,” Agatha murmured. Her voice was low, the kind that made waiters lean in. “Dutch isn’t late
Britney pushed the pie toward him. “You’ve got two minutes before I eat that myself.”