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I stood behind the counter flipping through a newspaper when I heard the door open, "I'm tellin' ya Peter, this place is groovy. Angie has the best muffins." A young man with a British accent said. I looked up to see Davy, Micky, Mike, and a cute, gangly blonde boy approaching me. "Hey there, Angela." Mike said nodding his head. "Hi, boys." I said with a smile, "Who's your friend?" "Oh this Peter." Micky said as he pushed Peter closer to me, "Hi." He said shyly. "Hi. I'm Angela but you can call me Angie." I replied, "Can I get something?" I asked leaning over the counter. "Yes, a um..." He paused for a moment to decide, "A blueberry muffin, please." I turned to get him what he asked for and brought it back to him, "Be careful that just came out of the oven ten minutes ago." I said softly. As he took it his fingers brushed mine, "Thank you." He said with a smile. "So Angie baby, can I have a chocolate muffin?" Davy asked salaciously. "I thought I told you not to call me Angie? Or baby?" I growled.