Fiona finishes saying good morning to Kent and stops at our little table on the way out.
“This beauty must be Fay,” she says as she arrives, giving me a big smile.
She has a thick New York accent, a little like Fran Drescher, and I can’t help but be charmed by her sweet, brusk nature.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I say.
“Oh baby,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “I already know all about you. Big Boy over there told me everything,” she says, nodding at him over her shoulder.
I blush again. Big Boy?
Seriously?
What woman has the balls to call Kent Lippert Big Boy?
I laugh despite myself. “All good things, I hope.”
“Only the best,” she replies. “I’ll catch you two babies later,” she says, swooping down to give Daniel a kiss on the cheek as she goes. “And you,” she points a m
