[For Bay] Roommate bonding

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The kitchen was a mess, but the order was almost finished. An assortment of canapés, petit-fours, some of the bruschetta that she'd had at the cake run was all going to a wealthy client's party. The hot courses were being handled by the client's personal chef, but she'd been hired to provide the bites for before and after, which was fine. It was evidence that she was getting her name out there, if nothing else.

Now if Bay could just get home with the car so she could deliver it all on time, this would be perfect. She started packing everything into boxes, keeping one eye on keeping everything immaculate, one eye on the light on her kitchen timer for the last batch of hot food, and one eye on the door waiting for Bay. She was running out of eyes.