Right at that moment, another man, short and pear-shaped, called out to her, too. Topher might not have been offended had she recognized him first. But she didn’t. She turned to the other voice, the other man.
“Dennis!” she said, waving him over. “Come here. I want you to meet someone.”
Dennis waddled her way, his head bobbing like a buoy. Sweat beads rolled down his face.
“How you doing, little lady!” he said, laughing. He reached out and put his arm around her waist when he finally reached her. “Whew! It’s a hot one! But I guess every day’s a hot one, huh? Hahahahaha!”
Topher slowed down. He couldn’t decide how he felt about the man. That he was happy there was no doubt, but he was too loud, more off-putting than anything else. Especially that laugh. He assumed he meant it to be pe
