Barrett
Abel parks the truck in one of the parking spots around the square. "I'm gonna go get lunch over at Kara's. Do you want tacos today?" he asks, glancing over at me.
"No, I think I want a sandwich. Her spicy street tacos tore me up last night." Which is not a lie. I had heartburn that would've killed a lesser man. "Text me when you get done and we'll meet back here?"
"Sounds good. I told Dad we'd be taking the full hour today."
Sometimes we prefer to get off work early and don't take our full hour. This morning has been a practice in patience and neither one of us want to head back to the house we're working on. I nod, before getting out. "Agreed, see ya in a few."
As I'm walking up to Get Baked, Vaughn is heading toward me from the opposite direction. I hitch my chin up in a greeting.
"Hey." He waves. "How's it going?"
"It's going. It's fucking hot today and nothing has been going like it should be." I groan as we get to the front door.