“Well, look who decided to join us,” Jeff said as Leo slid into the booth beside Fig. “Dropping a weekend shift to do so, even. Living like a king, you are. Did you win the lottery?”
Leo nudged Fig a greeting with his elbow, then nodded at Stella, the waitress, when she held up the coffee pot. “And with such a warm welcome, one would hardly wonder why a person might find other things to do. But I’ll have you know that I actually took the weekend off for the express purpose of coming here, to not only enjoy the best breakfast in Toronto, but to give myself the pleasure of seeing the both of you.” He gave Stella a wide smile and reached for a steaming cup of the world’s worst coffee as she passed it to him. “Why, thank you! You’re looking great. How’s the family?”
Stella clucked her tongue
