The bakery had gone quiet after the morning rush, sunlight spilling across the empty tables. Tessa was perched on a stool, sipping her coffee while Kaelani worked dough at the prep table.
“Every single one of these guys,” she announced, shoving her screen toward Kaelani, “has a fish. Why is holding a trout the new dick pic?”
Kaelani shrugged. “At least the fish doesn’t lie about being six inches.”
“STOP. Oh my God. I’d take a fish over this one—look.” Tessa held up her phone again. “He’s got a bathroom mirror selfie. Toilet in the background. And it’s…unflushed.”
Kaelani made a face, wiping her flour-dusted hands on her apron. “Romantic. Nothing says ‘date me’ like floaters in the shot.”
“Ugh, men are exhausting,” Tessa sighed, tossing her phone aside. “This one guy the other night tried to dirty-talk me, and you know what he came up with? ‘You like that big sausage?’”
Kaelani blinked. “Sausage?”
Tessa threw up her hands. “I swear, I almost asked him if he wanted me to wrap it in a bun and add mustard.”
Kaelani laughed, shaking her head. “Better a sausage than a remote, I guess.”
“Excuse me?”
“Didn’t you tell me one guy wanted to use the TV remote as a…toy?” Kaelani arched a brow.
“Oh my God, I forgot about that! Yeah, Captain N*****x-and-Chill thought volume up would, you know, turn me on.”
Kaelani smirked, deadpan. “Did it?”
“Girl. I faked a seizure to make him leave.”
Kaelani bent over the dough, laughter shaking her shoulders. “You’re going straight to hell.”
“I’ll save you a seat,” Tessa quipped, grinning wickedly.

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