Page 17 of The Sweetest Connection

“And spy on baristas?”

She placed two palms on the table and I noticed the dark purple nail polish, which was new since the last time I noticed her hands. “That’s my love language, Si.”

I laughed and handed her a few napkins from the stack I’d grabbed, knowing she was moments away from popping up to find some. “Being nosy is your love language?”

“Duh.” She picked up a second egg roll and grinned. “Part of me doesn’t want it to be any of them so we can keep looking for the owner. This is kind of fun.”

“Except you’re leaving in a few days.”

She shot me a look over her bowl. “Buzzkill.”

“That’s my love language.”

“Maybe you do secretly like black licorice.”