Chapter Thirteen
Max
“Oh crap.” I muttered, shaking my head. We were standing on the sidewalk in front of 3rd Street Diner.
“What is it?” Jude asked. I showed him my phone and pointed.
“Look at these prices. It’s the weekend, and apparently Uber thinks it can charge six times what they usually charge to get to my house. Most of the time it costs less than ten bucks, but this is closer to sixty smackers.” I sighed, then saw the number 28 bus two blocks away heading in our direction.
“I’m sorry Max. Maybe we can…”
“Would you mind riding the bus? I know most gay guys are too snobby to get on one, but that bus up the street would drop us off only two blocks from my house.” I sighed. “s**t, I must sound cheap.”
“No, not at all. Max, I don’t own a car either. I either walk or catch the bu
