Re: at the food table, 8:30 p.m. - max
BB easily and eagerly followed, her buzzed eyes trailing down Max's backside. Hey, it was there and she was only looking, right? Not her fault that the apartment complex kept accepting hot females as tenants. She slid into the other side of the booth that Max chose, stuffing half of a kabob into her mouth as she did so.
"Aw, c'mon, I can keep a secret," she prodded, half-chewed food obscuring her words only slightly. "You seriously have to do that a lot? I'm surprised you don't have more bruises and broken nails in your line of work."