Rae laughs a little, mostly at herself. "I'm a baker," she says by way of explanation. "If I eat anyone else's bread, I'm pretty much automatically going to judge it. I can't deep-fry for shit, though, so french fries are great."

She follows his gaze to the couple, takes one look at the guy's face, and shakes her head. "Yeah, that's not gonna end well," she murmurs, then turns back to the bartender. "I get the feeling it's never really boring, working in a place like this."