It wasn’t all these people’s faults that he was cranky, he figured.
“Just get a slice of pizza after all this,” he muttered to himself. “You earned it, buddy.”
Billy got caught up behind some really slow-moving people, and instead of huffing impatiently, he breathed in deep and turned to the table at his side to look at the art on display.
It was actually very good art, Billy thought.
“Hey, I like your shirt,” said a deep yet friendly voice.
Billy glanced up, though he usually avoided making eye contact with vendors, and his glance turned into a stare as he laid eyes on a very handsome and broad-shouldered hipster in a blue button down. He had a ruggedly handsome look with shaggy, dirty blond hair and a darker beard, and perfect white teeth when he smiled.
What the hell, Billy thought. Since when did cute hipsters have tables at comic fairs?
Maybe he’s watching it for someone, he thought. Yeah, that was more like it.