Chapter 226: Every Single Sunday Morning

"How long do you plan to stay?" Hudson asks, but he never looks in my direction. Instead his hawk eyes survey the streets outside of Cosmo's Comics and Café's large glass window covering the entire front of the building.

"I don't know. Sometimes we stick around for an hour and a half, sometimes a day." You never can guess what to expect when your best friend is Aspen.

This causes his head to swivel in my direction, his eyes wide in fear, shock, and a little annoyance. "All day? A group of highly wealthy people and their wives and girlfriends sit around in an unsecure comic shop with a huge non-bulletproof glass window every single Sunday morning?"

When he puts it that way. "Kind of." My face scrunches because I can guess where this line of questioning goes. We've been here before. I don't know why he's so upset now.

"And do you do this every Sunday?"