"Because who runs out of chocolate chip at 8:00am, man?" he countered with a laugh. "Like, okay, if I came in at ten, then that'd be my fault, but geez."
Leaning back in his chair again, Cisco smiled a little. She'd save him one. Trusting that he'd still show up, trusting that she wouldn't be wasting the $2.15 after tax by holding it back for him to come in. "Cool, I'll be there."