Chapter 59
GrahamA crowd of high schoolers chattered and cackled, filling every table in the sandwich shop. Stopping to pick up dinner, I had to dodge a teen bouncing between tables from one unimpressed, whispering girl to another. His cringeworthy antics reminded me how desperate the lovesick can get. It didn’t look great on a guy.
The kid danced backward with zero self-awareness and ran smack into my chest. The boy spun around, red-faced and stuttering.
“S-sorry, man.”
“You might want to watch where you’re going.” Nothing like a grim, paternal tone to scare the s**t of a teen-age boy. Two young girls fanned their eyes at me, tittered, and whispered to each other. The boy, no longer preening, slid back into a seat, dejected.
So much drama.
“Hey, if you guys can’t hold it together, y
