The two buddies rode<i>The Red Baron</i>to<i>Carmine’s</i>, an Italian deli near<i>The Can Can</i>.  They were a common sight, Angela needing to grab something substantial to tide her over through the evening.  As they examined the daily specials listed on the grease board behind the register, the glow on Emily’s face told Angela everything she needed to know.  “You didn’t mention that Boris was such a babe, Em.”  She scolded her friend.  “In just that brief meeting, I could tell he liked you too.”  Not hungry, the pink-haired woman grabbed a lemon<i>San Pellegrino </i>while her friend ordered a chicken cheesesteak and a side of coleslaw.<br/><br/>Sliding into a small booth, Angela warmed to the task of giving advice on how the budding romance should be approached.  But it was easy to distract her with a shared laugh reminiscing how Roxy reacted to Boris rebuffing her attentions. “That was priceless.  She looked like someone who'd just had a tart lemon to suck on.”  Emily chortled.  Angela smoothed the napkin on her lap and added with a sly smile, “You give me too many openings on how to answer that one.”  A moment’s pause before Emily burst out laughing, color flooding her cheeks.  “Angela, you’re the worst!” The two bantered back and forth, half serious and half playful.<br/><br/>They hung out unitl Angela needed to clock in and Emily took her time getting home.  Securing<i>The Red Baron </i>downstairs, Emily decided to change into sweats and check if there were any messages on<i>Innocent Innuendos</i>.  She hadn’t heard from<i>47,</i>but that could just mean real life had caught up to him.  Waiting for her laptop to boot up, her thoughts returned to remembering the warm smile on Boris’s face. Hopefully, it wouldn't be months before he decided to drop by<i> Blue's</i>for a visit.