Chapter 6“So, what’s good here?” David sat across from Grant, sharp elbows propped on the table. He squinted at the specials board through lenses that Grant could see were smudged with a variety of fingerprints. He looked as scruffy as ever, and the dark shadows under his eyes, visible even through his glasses made Grant wonder what he’d been up to.
“Everything.” Grant settled back in his chair and placed his phone on the table. “Trust me, I’ve been here a lot.” His tone was drier than he had planned, his frustration bleeding through his normal good nature.
A busboy filled their glasses with water, assuring them their server would be out in a few moments. David grabbed his glass and guzzled half of it down with noisy gulps. “How’s that going anyway?” He wiped his lips, oblivious to the s
