He shrugged. “You know Amber Whitley?” he asked, not wanting to just assume one way or the other. “She likes to complain to me about stuff sometimes, just to annoy me.”
She nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I know of her mostly, but I’ve talked to her a few times.” She laughed. “Well, if I ever annoy you, let me know.”
He grinned. “I doubt you will, but I’ll let you know for sure.”
“It’s really good,” she told him with a smile.
“How’s your brownie?” he asked.