“Friends from Louisiana?” I asked, “Did you not bring them here with you?”
He shook his head, “No, they needed to settle in first.”
“Are they staying in the hotel here?” I was confused about why he wouldn’t be staying with his friends too if they came all the way here to see him. Why would he come here and leave them?
“Nope. They, uh, found accommodations elsewhere for now. I’m sure they'll be stopping by here soon.”
Wierd. So wierd. Before I could ask him any other questions, his phone rang. He pulls it out of his pocket and grimaces, checking the caller ID. “I gotta go. Thanks for the beer, Luna,” he smirks, throwing a twenty on the counter.
“That was weird,” Flora observed him through me.
“Maybe his friends needed help?” It’s still weird to me that he would show up here for a si
