He laughs and reaches for a napkin in the dispenser, a mischievous wink in his eye.
“Lou’s is the only place open at this hour,” I say.
Steve looks like he is thinking too hard, concentrating on cleaning his fingers and getting out of this place. Then he says, “We could’ve gone to your place.”
I lean forward, cross my arms on the table, and watch him ball the napkin up and set it to the side. “We still can,” I say.
He shakes his head.
“I hope I didn’t interrupt you and your company.”
“I sent Garrett home.”
“Garrett? From the club?”
Steve is quiet as he shreds paper napkin off his fingers. “DJ.”
“DJ Garrett. Nice ring to it.”
“His taste in music isn’t what interested me,” Steve says.
“He got rainbow hair too?”
Steve smiles. “More color than me.”
“Is his rainbow brighter than yours?” I ask staring at his cotton candy pink lip gloss. “That’s difficult to swallow.”
“Those were his exact words.”
I burst out laughing.