Abigail
"Holy saint Benedict, eighteen dollars for some scrambled eggs?!" Annette yelled, her eyes bulging out as she read the words on Bingley's oversized menus.
It was some minutes to 7am and we had arrived to stakeout and take a picture or a video if we could of Alicia and Carlton Gayle- and Drake too if he was stupid enough to be working with either of them and knowing Drake, much more stupid things have happened.
"Annette, come on," I whisper yelled. "Don't cause a scene,"
"Eighteen freaking dollars, Abby." she hissed, barely lowering her voice.
"Annette, I swear to God,"
"They had better lay the egg in front of me personally."
I lowered my menu half an inch and scanned the room. There were only three other people in the cafe asides us. A man on a laptop and two women sharing a pastry together.
There was no Carlton Gayle, no Drake and no Alicia, yet.
I raised the menu back up.
