Smirking, Lexi rolled her eyes. She poured a cup of coffee, cut a slice of pie, all with deliberate movements, a bit too much force for every day tasks. Carrying them over to the table, she set them down and then leaned in, meeting Jim's eyes. "Really, Sagramore? You're going to pretend you didn't fuck me in the back room? I'm actually not in the mood for your games today, so you can drop the act now."
There was a slight movement behind her and Lexi turned; Nate had come through the door separating the two shops, holding a clumsily wrapped package in one hand. He was a very unpleasant shade of grey.