Chapter 11Two weeks later
Ryan knew when Ginger was annoyed. The tell-tale signs were written all over him: from the visible tension in his shoulders, to the faint frown and slightly-pursed lips. All subtly pointing to the fact that Ginger was going to snap at someone, and soon.
Ryan hoped it wouldn't be him.
The day hadn't started off well. In fact, the week hadn't started off well. Aside from a messed-up order which left them with double the amount of wine but half the amount of beer they needed, one of the pumps had broken. The brewery couldn't get anyone out to them until next week, which was ridiculous. Ginger had been down in the cellar most of the morning trying to fix it himself, but to no avail.
Usually Ginger was good at fixing things, but he'd definitely lost his D.I.Y. mojo
