For a short moment, my gaze followed him. I usually tried not to be superficial and judge men solely on their looks, but he was a looker, all right, and part of me was already lured by him.
“Bye, Micah!” Lou yelled, shocking me back into reality. “So fucking glad you finally came!”
Lorraine blew me a kiss, and Al, who’d I’d yet to properly meet, saluted me. He was a beefy guy with a jovial face and a head full of thick brown hair. Louie was his father’s spitting image. Al wore a black sweater with the store’s logo on it, which was a musical staff curled around a sword. “Come back soon, kid,” he said.
Kid. I kind of liked that for some reason. “Nice meeting you all,” I said, stepping out.