Agatha Shay Britney Dutch -

Then the bell above the diner door jingled. A slow, deliberate jingle.

Agatha leaned forward, her voice dropping to a thread. “Then talk fast. What’s the job?” agatha shay britney dutch

“He said midnight,” Agatha murmured. Her voice was low, the kind that made waiters lean in. Then the bell above the diner door jingled

Agatha almost smiled. Almost.

Britney finally looked up. “If he ghosts, I’m billing him for my time. And my pie.” She gestured to the untouched slice of cherry on a saucer to her left. “This is emotional-support pie.” deliberate jingle. Agatha leaned forward

Shay stopped shredding paper. “Dutch isn’t late. Dutch is deliberate .” She glanced toward the back booth where the man himself usually held court. “Which means he’s either testing us or ghosting us.”