Chapter 10
Resisting the urge to text Dom after a half an hour was difficult. Kiko was alone in the booth, the heat slowly building, bored. He had forgotten to recharge his phone so he didn’t have the extra juice to lose time on the internet and that only made him more annoyed; he was normally more together than this. So he tried not to lean too heavily on the booth’s counter and stared out at people, making sure to smile and look overall in good spirits whenever someone accidentally met his eye. Only one group of seven-year-olds came by in an hour, and not even Buddy’s Beer Float Booth was busy this early in the morning. It was nearly nine-thirty before Chad wandered up.
“Hey boss,” he said, voice thin, and Kiko held back a sigh. At least it couldn’t be his fault if Chad had been out pa
