Parker’s asleep on the couch, snoring softly. Jacob thinks he probably passed out there—he’s still fully dressed and looks like a rag doll just tossed aside. A small pretzel is stuck to one cheek, and as they tiptoe by the couch, Jacob reaches out and flicks the pretzel away. Parker snorts and raises a hand to rub his cheek but he doesn’t wake.
When his hand falls back to the couch, the outline of the pretzel is still on his face, like a ghost pressed into his skin. Jacob thinks Parker would be a fun guy to know.