A little girl behind them tugged at her mother’s sleeve. “Mommy, she jumped line.”
“Yes, she did, sweetie,” said the mom with clear disdain. Tourist. Had to be. “She’s rude. We don’t like rude, do we?”
“No.” The little girl put fingers in her mouth, and Medea stuck her tongue out at the pair before turning around to face front.
“Um, same thing I do every day? Getting a refill and stalking you.”
“At least you admit to your obsession,” Bryn said mildly.
“Yeah. I do. And by the way?” Medea nudged Bryn’s arm. “I’m on to you.”
Bryn’s nervous system fritzed. “On to…What do you mean?”
Medea flashed a wicked grin at the customer’s back ahead of them. “I mean, I figured it out. Why you go shooting, why you never hang out, why you’re pissy, all of it.”
Bryn was caught between wanting to stra
