Strawberries for Molly Hooper
“So the boss needs strawberries,” said Sally.
“For Molly,” said Anderson. “She’s a nice girl.”
They exchanged a look. In the space of a few seconds, that look said, The boss hasn’t looked this happy in a long time, and She really is very nice, and, I am rooting for them so hard, I’m already trying to decide what to wear to the wedding.
“We could get the strawberries for him,” said Donovan slowly. “No, scratch that, I think we should. How many do you think she wants?"
“I don’t know. A dozen?” Anderson shrugged. “They sell them in those little baskets anyway, so however many is in one of those, I guess. It shouldn’t be too hard.”