The chirps of the cricket form a nice background tune to the little chat between Zane and Luther by the porch. Zane cradles a half empty bottle of beer while his father's bottle remains untouched.
Zane can feel it, the sudden change in the aura of his father. He glances toward him and sees the stern look on his face.
“Is everything alright, dad?” He takes a swig of his beer while staring at Luther.
“I’m just…pondering,” he finally clutches the cool beer and drinks. Zane squints at his dad as he takes large gulps. Whatever seems to be on his mind, has been there for a while.
“About what?” He asks inquisitively. Luther clears his throat softly and readjusts in his seat before staring at Zane. The sudden readjustment prints a feeling of alertness in his mind.
“You and Astrid,” Luther say
