“s**t!” the poor girl slapped a hand over her mouth, mortified at her fangirlish reaction. “You’re probably just trying to grab a bite to eat and-”
“Guilty, Miss Madison.” Colt said after glancing down at the girl’s name tag. He gave her a winning smile that he hoped would diffuse some of the girl’s nerves. “I’m starved, and my friend Nico here tells me that Talayah’s has the best chicken and biscuits around.”
“We do.” Madison said, beaming. “Everything we make here is my Mama’s recipes. She’s a huge fan, and would be so thrilled to know that you’re eating her chicken. If you like it, uhm, do you think you could sign something for her?”
“I’m sure it’s delicious, and of course. I’d be happy to sign something for your Mama, and for you if you’d like.” Colton replied politely, letting his
