It is decidedly not as popular as Ethan's, no doubt a product of all the flirting he's doing. At least, that's what she is telling herself, to spare her delicate ego. Once her shift has come and passed, she stomps over to his booth, gets in line, and waits for her turn.
Arms folded across her chest, she says, "A funnel cake, please."
No flirting. Just the damn funnel cake. God help her if it's tastier.
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It is decidedly not as popular as Ethan's, no doubt a product of all the flirting he's doing. At least, that's what she is telling herself, to spare her delicate ego. Once her shift has come and passed, she stomps over to his booth, gets in line, and waits for her turn.
Arms folded across her chest, she says, "A funnel cake, please."
No flirting. Just the damn funnel cake. God help her if it's tastier.