William raised his foot to kick, but Lucas, having been kicked too many times before, dodged it effortlessly with muscle memory. He shot back, "Come on, your wife gave you this for a reason."
William held the SD card between his fingers, expression unreadable.
"Got a camera?"
"Bro, who brings a camera to dinner?" Lucas stood up. "Hold on, I’ll go find you something."
Meanwhile, on the other side of the restaurant, Elsie had just returned. Troy Mitchell, already waiting impatiently, blurted, "Elsie, where have you been? That took forever!"
"The restroom was packed."
"I went earlier, wasn’t crowded. Should’ve just gone with me."
...
Lucas somehow came back with a borrowed laptop, and William quickly slipped the SD card in.
As soon as the contents loaded, he knew
