Boys!

Curious as to what brought such a reaction from Eaton, she turned around to find Slaton, dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks, walking toward them. Obviously he was there on official business, but she couldn’t help admiring how nice he looked. Then again, he looked good in about anything. At the same time, this was not the best timing. Even she wished his every step didn't bring him closer to their table.

Trying not to reveal the pain in his gut from seeing the two of them sitting alone, Slaton smiled as he approached their table. “Hi, how are you doing, Eaton?” He was going to be nice to Eaton, even though what he really wanted to do was put his fist in his face. This aggressiveness was unusual and he really needed to get it under control quickly before something was done that he would probably regret.

Eaton reluctantly looked up and nodded. “Doing good.” He crammed a fry into his mouth. He’d prefer to cram some knuckles into that smiling face.