"Ah, it's only once a month," Cathal said with an easy shrug, not finding the occasional weekend shift to be much of a trial. That was until there was a pretty girl he could be taking on picnics instead.
Cathal opened the biscuit tin filled with last night's freshly baked Viennese whirls and held it out to Marcie. "Try one of these," he said. "Perfect for a picnic."