บท 83: Chapter 83: Skip

Skip Anderson loomed larger than life, no surprise there, the massive football player towering over all of us with his dark brown crewcut and fashionable five o'clock shadow, deep brown eyes scanning the interior before locking on his wife. Willow smiled at her husband though she didn't speak. Not that she didn't want to, maybe, but he never gave her the chance.

"This the joint?" So much for Olivia's nostalgia quote for the masses. Sounded like Skip never heard of Petunia's. And while Willow's dulcet tones soothed and enraptured, his rough and hearty words instantly grated. He tossed a large, leather duffle bag at Julian who caught it with a giant scowl before dropping it to the carpet with a disgusted look on his face. "Deal with my bag, Jeeves."

The manager's face tightened, Willow's hand rising ever so slightly to silence him while Skip leered at me.