Melinda Bobbin (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _melinda_) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Melinda grinned and sipped from her drink. “Or maybe you let her talk instead of risking your best employee.”
“Hmm,” Melinda considered Cho’s question as she turned in her seat so she could rest her arm on the bar and for a moment she looked over the other guests in the pub. Yesterday, going out with her cousin’s friend had seemed a very good idea, and that was about as far as she had planned. “Now I… spend a week making delicious and colourful cakes while figuring out what next week’s or month’s specials should be. I have a couple of birthday cakes to prepare, ironically a wedding cake as well, and then I’ll probably be back here on Wednesday for a birthday drink and again on Friday for the same reason, so…” With a small smirk she stirred her drink. She didn’t really have a plan, didn’t really need a plan at this time, at least not when it came to dating.