Chapter 38

And

because this young man, Phiz, would be disgusted if he knew what Bryan was

thinking.

“I’m

not picking you up,” Bryan said. Oh really? “I’m just being...I don’t

know. A friend.”

Phiz

nodded. Then nodded again more vigorously. Bryan started to imagine him sat on

the back shelf of his car like one of those dog ornaments. “Sorry. Sure, I

know. I understand. How much was the ice cream?”

“My

treat,” Bryan said stiffly. Things felt very awkward again. He was fated not to

have an easy time today at With A Kick, it seemed.

“Thanks.”

Phiz was still flushed. Bryan noted how the colour rose from his cheeks then

spread to the tip of his nose. His slightly bumped, lightly freckled nose. “I’d

better be off now, anyway. The leaflets still have to be delivered. Thanks for

the ice. And the help, you know?” Phiz rose rather abruptly. His spoon fell to

the floor and his chair nearly toppled back.

Lee

was passing behind them with a cleaning cloth and caught the chair just in time.