His laugh caught her off guard, and she giggled. Literally giggled, like she was fifteen. The hell was that? Maybe she could play it off as being tipsy, but then Frankie might not take her serious. Shit.
Celeste straightened in her seat. "Somehow I believe you. If that makes me a fool, then I'll just have to learn from that, won't I?" She waved a braceleted hand at a server tending to a couple a few booths over. The woman nodded curtly and flashed the 'one moment' signal.
"You're lucky I'm a realist. I do half upfront, the rest after it's sold. I don't need collateral, because I'm fairly certain I'll know how to find you." The brunette quieted as the waitress approached with a pad and pen. "Yeah, I'll have a Coke and an order of fries."