We dropped by the bakery on our way back. And, as luck would have it, the shy, ginger Rights man had the till. He nearly jumped out of his apron on seeing us walk in.
"Li-Lillian! It's been a while."
"Yeah, it has been. Work's been insanely busy. I've only now gotten a break." Crap, I've forgotten his name.
Gus, who had his hands in his pockets like your usual swaggering teenager, grinned and reached out for my hand. I thought it weird he was actually doing such a childish thing as holding my hand in public when he did everything he could to act big, but then I felt the squiggly tendrils of his magic and sighed.
Going to run a commentary in my head, are you? I thought, even as I put up a mental wall I'd learn to build to cover up my thought on how I'd just managed get through one of these kinds of conversations with Nehcor.