"I was cooking, and then Bay called, and we were arguing. I had a catering job--" Her eyes widened. "Oh, god. My client. I have to let them know I won't be able to make it." Great, this was going to impress them. Their caterer started her kitchen on fire. She groaned, pulling her phone out as they made their way downstairs to send a text to her clients explaining what had happened.
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2014-11-16 10:54 (UTC)