Arik’s hands dropped down to his sides. He shot a cautious glance at the image of the goat. Nothing but wheat-chewing, grin-spewing, y’all-have-a-good-day cheer shone back at him.
“Well now,” Blaze said slowly. “That was interesting.”5
Blaze
“Oh, we’re going to need another round,” Blaze said to the blonde girl buzzing by their table to check on her only customers.
“Coming right up!” The girl beamed at Blaze, cast a slightly worried glance at Arik, who was still seasick pale, and then she skipped away.
“Thanks,” Arik said, sipping his beer and moving his fries around in their basket as though he wanted to build a fort out of them, not eat them.