Brandon
For a coffee shop, Espresso Lounge was a hell of an exclusive place. Getting a table here was no joke. At any given time, the café was packed with people who wanted a good cup of joe while enjoying the pristine display of nature in the form of the Rapid Hills, the Rapid River, and the dense forest that surrounded Rapid Falls from all sides.
I had an in with the Gallaghers who ran the place. Their son, Ernie, was on my football team. He wouldn’t have been there if I hadn’t recommended him. Ernie’s dad, Philip, had given me a pat on the back and had whispered in my ear that he owed me a solid the day Ernie made it on the team.
Well, Mr. Philip, it’s time I cashed the favor.
The downside to living in a small town such as Rapid Falls was there were only a handful of nice places suc
