Chapter 11

“We’re good. Didn’t remember the music being this loud here, though.”

Ah, a couple. He pulled out the closest chair and sat. “It is a bit too loud.”

“Or we’re getting old.”

He nodded. They looked to be his age, but maybe thirty meant you were getting old. “That might be it.” He grimaced, and they smiled.

“So tell us about this guy.” The pink-haired woman bumped his shoulder. “Is he cute?”

Nix shrugged. “I’ve never met him.”

“Online dating?” The brown-haired one looked skeptical.

“No, it’s not a dating site. It’s a reading thing. I created an account on PictaBook, and I started talking to him.

“Oh, you’re on PictaBook?” The pink-haired woman grabbed her phone from her purse. “What’s your name?”

Oh…“It’s…eh…stupid.”

She cupped her ear, gesturing to show she couldn’t hear him, and handed him her phone with the search for friendsfield open.