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.