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Standing, Luther watched Adam talk to their server. By the look on her face and the way she fidgeted with her half apron, the young woman also wondered if she’d have to pick him up off the floor.
“I said, I think that’s the place,” Virgil said, finger hovering less than an inch from the screen, as though afraid to touch it but figuring Luther was blind as a bat.
Luther sat back down, made sure everything was lined up on the screen, gave the command to print, and waited for the sound of the little zipping jets. It was his first time paying for internet in a public place, but it hadn’t been as painful as he’d expected. When he rose from his seat and scanned the front, Adam had left.
“Okay, let’s go,” Virgil said, as soon as the printer stopped.
“Wait.” Luther put a hand on Virgil’s e
