She exhaled in relief, plopping into the chair near the window. “I get that a lot. Apparently, I don’t ‘look’ like I like girls.”
“Well, yeah,” I said. “You kind of seem like the type who would… I don’t know, collect boyfriends like lip gloss flavors.”
Sabrina laughed. “Plot twist. She kissed me first. I didn’t even know I liked girls until then.”
“That’s actually kind of adorable.”
She shrugged, looking smug. “It was hot.”
I chuckled. “So you’re sure she’s trustworthy?”
“One hundred percent,” Sabrina said. “She’s been working here longer than me. Blends right in. She’s quiet, respectful, nobody suspects a thing. But she’s sharp. Like, scary observant. And she’s been watching Michelle already—says she’s always whispering to people, pulling people into corners for little chats.”
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