Hi.” Phiz’s eyes sparkled for the first time with something like amusement. He
shook Bryan’s hand in response. He bit his lip too, which was how Bryan knew
he’d given his too-fierce professional handshake rather than his personal one.
But in that instant, as they grasped each other’s hand, Phiz’s eyes seemed to
calm, his whole body relax. Aware of this strange effect, Bryan took far too
long to release Phiz’s hand.
This
day was turning out to be odd. Very odd indeed.
Back
inside the shop, Bryan chose a table some discreet distance from the front
window, wondering what reception he’d get. He hadn’t left earlier on the best
terms. But Patrick wasn’t in the main part of the shop, and Lee served them
civilly enough. Phiz tucked into his ice cream as soon as it arrived, giving
Bryan a chance to observe him surreptitiously. He decided Phiz looked younger
than his age. Phiz had actually told Bryan his age—twenty two—plus his