French toast was one of her all time favorite breakfast foods; a little cinnamon, vanilla and nutmeg and she was in heavy. "You are going to spoil me," she teased. "And probably make me fat too. I'll have no reason to get out of bed with two of my favorite things there; breakfast and you."
She felt his arm slid around her and the words whispered into her ear. Her eyes rolled upward before she could stop herself. "I believe that was my mother's intention." Since it was still early, the public display of affection wasn't bothersome, it could be a problem later down the road. She gave him a swift kiss before giving him a slight push back to the stool at the end of the bar.
"Not that I don't like it, but I am here to work and so are you. Do you know how to make a lemon twist?"