“I’m just not a beer drinker, gentlemen,” Joseph politely said.
I couldn’t believe John had told him about what he had revealed to me. What did he really think, I wondered? John said he was okay with it, but I wondered if he would say anything directly to me.
I came from behind him. None of the men saw me. I could see he was nicely dressed in a suit. He was always well dressed. I had never seen him in a casual shirt or jeans. I was starting to think it wasn’t his thing to be casually dressed. He was such a professional in appearance, especially in comparison to Mr. Claypool and Mr. Vasquez; they both looked sloppy.
“Where’s John?” I asked, Joseph spun around immediately. The silly grin that I had often found on his face was there now. He was a nice person. His look softened.
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