“What kind of milk do you want in your latte?”
“You got any Veobos Raptor Cow left?”
“What?” She sounded so alarmed that Zack looked over. The cashier’s brown eyes were wide with confusion.
“You know, like in Star Fury? It was a joke.”
“Sorry. Never played it,” her voice was relaxed now, as the misfired joke flopped around in the past.
“You’ve never played Star Fury?” Zack looked at the cashier, actually seeing her for the first time. What kind of person worked at Gord’s but had never played Star Fury?
She was shorter than him, although the auburn hair that stuck out in unsuccessfully restrained curls added a little height, mandated hat failing to achieve the desired effect. Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief that her smirk accentuated. The khaki pants and black polo shirt that al
