Angela gave Boris a slight nod, approving of his behavior and skillful handling of a sticky situation.  In her opinion, most men would have blushed furiously (and perhaps shifted uncomfortably in their pants) under Roxy’s attentiveness and not given Emily the attention she deserved.  In fact, the average joe probably would've succumbed like a moth to an open flame.  It might have been a figment of her imagination but she could’ve sworn one of the female bystanders had whispered, ‘Aww,’ also approving of the romance unfolding in front of their eyes.<br/><br/>His statement and pointed look warmed Emily to her toes. She quickly glanced down, feeling a pleased blush unfurl across her face.  The last thing she wanted was scare Boris off by coming across too strongly.  “Well, now that you mention it,” replying to his comment and fussing with the glass of water still in her hands, “I did participate in a<i>Día de Muertos </i>competition last year.”<br/><br/>“Girl,” Angela teasingly exclaimed “Boris, Em took first place AND received a notable mention in a local food magazine for being the youngest baker to compete.”  Flourishing her iPhone, she quickly pulled up a few pictures from the contest, giving a personal narration of what happened that day, and adding a quick aside to Roxy.  “I<i>know</i>the owner doesn’t pay you to stand on that side of the counter.”<br/><br/>Squinting angrily, Roxy’s blue eyes appeared almost cross-eyed.  The spurned totty removed herself from Boris’s side and huffily made her way back to her proper place, beside Angela and behind Emily.  The inquisitive audience eagerly leaned closer, waiting to hear what would happen next.  “If you’re interested,” Emily shared with Boris, “I work the early morning shift Monday through Thursday, 6am to 3pm.  Maybe when you’re done with those,” motioning to the two bags beside him, “We’ll see you again?”<br/><br/>The ball was in his court and all heads turned to see how he would return the volley.