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a friend in high school that was into hardcore drugs and he would do practically anything for his next fix. His parents eventually pressed charges just to get him into a rehab program. I think his dad eventually had a massive heart attack.”
“Hey, Meg, please don’t tell Lois that story.” Seth scowls.
“It’s the reality, dude!” Meg exclaims.
Fidgeting on her stool, Thessaly requests, “Let’s change the subject. How was the market?”
“Did you see the video we made?” Seth nudges Thessaly in the side. “Very film-noir if you ask me. And we sold everything but the two jars I gave away to some Swedish tourists.”
Rolling her eyes, Meg removes a compact from her makeup bag and snickers. “And by Swedish, he means a group of gorgeous blond chicks.”
“I watched the video! Never underestimate the cinematic appeal of an outdoor market on a gorgeous summer day,” Thessaly jokes.
“And never underestimate the appeal of overpriced hand-crafted jam in the hipster capital of the world.” Seth stands and pats Thessaly’s head. “Let’s go, ladies. I’m starving.”
“You coming, Tess?” asks Meg, applying pink lip gloss.
“Oh, I need to catch up on a few things in the shop.”
Frowning, Seth whines, “Turning me down is getting old, Tess. Change it up occasionally.”
Wrapping her arm around Seth’s waist, Meg pouts her glossy lips and teases, “Poor Seth, always getting shot down by beautiful women. Hey, Tess, what happened with that ice cream guy?” Meg’s eyes flutter as she waits for an answer.
“Mr. Softee?” Seth asks.
“There is nothing soft about ice cream guy!” Meg blurts.
Casually, Thessaly replies, “Ice cream guy is really cool. He runs Brooklyn Soil – that rooftop farm at the Navy Yard.”
Clapping her hands, Meg shouts, “He’s perfect! You can trade stories about crops and shit. Did he ask you out?”
“He did, I think. And as soon as I’m not bogged down with the Wild Honey launch, maybe I’ll call him.” Thessaly stands from the island and nudges her friends toward the door. “Go have dinner and relax – y’all did good work today.”
Seth bites the air. “You’re so sexy when your deep-fried accent seeps through.”
Laughing, Thessaly quips, “Go on. Git on outta here, boy.”
Over her shoulder, Meg reminds Thessaly of the following day’s schedule. “Wedding planner at two – I’ll help you set up in the morning. Good night, Tess.” Meg shoves Seth out the door and locks it behind her. Normally Meg would stay and help Thessaly prepare for a tasting at The Hive, but something about the cool breeze and the promise of lobster rolls steers her away from the shop. But more than likely, it’s the company of a redheaded Jewish computer geek that excites her.
As soon as her friends leave, Thessaly syncs the Bluetooth speakers to a Spotify playlist they would find ridiculous – John Mayer, Mumford and Sons, and some Indigo Girls thrown in for folky-fun. Swaying her hips to the sexy bass notes of Marcus Mumford, Thessaly wipes the marble counters with a checkered dish towel while dancing around the island.
In the kitchen, she flips a batch of cooled cornbread onto a small butcher block. Taking a beehive-shaped cookie cutter, Thessaly cuts five individual servings of cornbread, and then carefully places them on a platter to be warmed before tomorrow’s meeting. Scraping the leftover crumbles into a basket for Seth to eat for breakfast, she then covers everything loosely with plastic wrap.
Opening the cabinets, Thessaly selects a set of magenta glasses for the peach tea that will brew overnight. She also grabs four black dessert plates, the color being the perfect contrast against the golden cornbread and colorful jams. After placing the dishes on a wicker tray atop the workstation, and adding four yellow napkins, Thessaly rummages for a sleeve of Starburst she keeps hidden in a canister above the stove.
While removing the yellow wrapper of the
“Hey, Meg, please don’t tell Lois that story.” Seth scowls.
“It’s the reality, dude!” Meg exclaims.
Fidgeting on her stool, Thessaly requests, “Let’s change the subject. How was the market?”
“Did you see the video we made?” Seth nudges Thessaly in the side. “Very film-noir if you ask me. And we sold everything but the two jars I gave away to some Swedish tourists.”
Rolling her eyes, Meg removes a compact from her makeup bag and snickers. “And by Swedish, he means a group of gorgeous blond chicks.”
“I watched the video! Never underestimate the cinematic appeal of an outdoor market on a gorgeous summer day,” Thessaly jokes.
“And never underestimate the appeal of overpriced hand-crafted jam in the hipster capital of the world.” Seth stands and pats Thessaly’s head. “Let’s go, ladies. I’m starving.”
“You coming, Tess?” asks Meg, applying pink lip gloss.
“Oh, I need to catch up on a few things in the shop.”
Frowning, Seth whines, “Turning me down is getting old, Tess. Change it up occasionally.”
Wrapping her arm around Seth’s waist, Meg pouts her glossy lips and teases, “Poor Seth, always getting shot down by beautiful women. Hey, Tess, what happened with that ice cream guy?” Meg’s eyes flutter as she waits for an answer.
“Mr. Softee?” Seth asks.
“There is nothing soft about ice cream guy!” Meg blurts.
Casually, Thessaly replies, “Ice cream guy is really cool. He runs Brooklyn Soil – that rooftop farm at the Navy Yard.”
Clapping her hands, Meg shouts, “He’s perfect! You can trade stories about crops and shit. Did he ask you out?”
“He did, I think. And as soon as I’m not bogged down with the Wild Honey launch, maybe I’ll call him.” Thessaly stands from the island and nudges her friends toward the door. “Go have dinner and relax – y’all did good work today.”
Seth bites the air. “You’re so sexy when your deep-fried accent seeps through.”
Laughing, Thessaly quips, “Go on. Git on outta here, boy.”
Over her shoulder, Meg reminds Thessaly of the following day’s schedule. “Wedding planner at two – I’ll help you set up in the morning. Good night, Tess.” Meg shoves Seth out the door and locks it behind her. Normally Meg would stay and help Thessaly prepare for a tasting at The Hive, but something about the cool breeze and the promise of lobster rolls steers her away from the shop. But more than likely, it’s the company of a redheaded Jewish computer geek that excites her.
As soon as her friends leave, Thessaly syncs the Bluetooth speakers to a Spotify playlist they would find ridiculous – John Mayer, Mumford and Sons, and some Indigo Girls thrown in for folky-fun. Swaying her hips to the sexy bass notes of Marcus Mumford, Thessaly wipes the marble counters with a checkered dish towel while dancing around the island.
In the kitchen, she flips a batch of cooled cornbread onto a small butcher block. Taking a beehive-shaped cookie cutter, Thessaly cuts five individual servings of cornbread, and then carefully places them on a platter to be warmed before tomorrow’s meeting. Scraping the leftover crumbles into a basket for Seth to eat for breakfast, she then covers everything loosely with plastic wrap.
Opening the cabinets, Thessaly selects a set of magenta glasses for the peach tea that will brew overnight. She also grabs four black dessert plates, the color being the perfect contrast against the golden cornbread and colorful jams. After placing the dishes on a wicker tray atop the workstation, and adding four yellow napkins, Thessaly rummages for a sleeve of Starburst she keeps hidden in a canister above the stove.
While removing the yellow wrapper of the
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