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âSavory.â The male repeated the word and shook his head. âI suppose nothingâs wrong with savory breakfast. But, in the same sense, nothing wrong with sweet breakfast either.â Jamey teased her right back. âDamn, you need some 9 AM fun with whipped cream, my girl.â He pointed out and wiggled his brows at her, giving her a wink. Jamey watched her search for something - he assumed a card or money. Hearing her speak of coffee, Jamey played dumb and shook his head. âSee, Iâm just a pretty face, doll. I donât know a thing about any types of coffee. Hell, I wasnât even talking about coffee.â He said, smirking at the blonde haired woman.
If Eleanora had been drinking her hot, wet cappuccino, she wouldâve choked on it. She laughed, unable to stop herself. âFunny,â She said wryly, composing except for a small smirk, âIâm more fun than youâd know what to do with.â She located her card holder in the back pocket of her purse and slid her debit card over the counter, âAre there any baristas here? I mean, the pretty face is nice and all, itâs just... I need something to wake me up.â She pauses, smiling and cocking her head just slightly, âY'know?âÂ
















