When I got back to the work area, Trina was sitting on the stool, her fingertip absentmindedly tapping on the menu and one of her feet bouncing up and down on the lower rung of the stool. In the few seconds I watched her, I could tell that she was singing a song in her head before her lips even began moving. A soft smile graced her lips before she noticed me and jerked her head back.
Her smile disappeared and I had to, again, fight the urge to scowl.
I set down everything for the salad and reached for a plate, handing that to her as well. “This is for a salad if you want it. Help yourself.”
She stared at it and her top lip curled.
I looked away before she could see me smile.
Somehow, I knew she hated salads.
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