"Hey." Bryn set the platter down first, turning it around to display the toasted sandwiches the best way. It wasn't as fancy as any of the cake displays at Sweet Nothings, his other job, but it would do. Actually, should he have brought some cake? Hmm. No. When in doubt, Bryn tended to make sandwiches.
He put down the jug. "You need a hand with anything?" he checked.
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