Chapter 7

Lastly, Billy got out a creamy lip balm and applied it to his lips. It was just a light sheen, nothing too bright.

Then he washed his hands again and repacked his bag.

Time to face the public.

Billy went out into the shop and got in line at the counter. He gazed up at the board, and tried to tamp down on the rising anxiety he felt of being out in public, and about to meet someone exciting.

It wasn’t a date, though, it was just for a project. Still, Billy wanted to make a good impression.

He got to the front of the line, and Fatima greeted him with a smile.

“Hey!” she said. “Where you been? Haven’t seen you in, like, two weeks.”

“Just working, I’m afraid.” Billy smiled back. “How’s it going?”

“Better now the lunchtime rush is gone,” Fatima replied in a hushed voice. “You sitting in today?”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for a friend,” Billy said.

“That sounds like you need a pastry!”