Her attention snapped back to Frankie. She didn't realize she had spoken out loud, but she didn't correct him, either. The waitress came with their food, and Celeste froze, but the woman just tossed the food on the table and walked away. This place really was good.
The brunette grabbed a handful of fries as she watched him examine the goods. He was smart, she'd give him that.
"Three grand," Celeste answered firmly, dipping a fry in ketchup with a flourish.