Chapter two.
He pulled out two waters, cracked one open, and drank half in one go, water ran down his chin and he wiped it with the back of his hand.
His throat worked as he swallowed and I could not stop staring.
"It's hot out there," he said.
"Uh..ahh..yeah." I stayed where I was, gripping the counter behind me.
He leaned a hip against the island, facing me. "Mia says you work at the shop on Fifth."
I nodded. "Yes, it's a part time, it keeps me busy."
"What kind of shop?"
"Auto body, detailing mostly….sometimes repairs."
"Cool." He took another drink, his eyes on me over the bottle. "You lift?"
"Sometimes.." My voice stayed even, but my heart hammered. He is making conversation, relax.
"What's some?"
"Three times a week . it's nothing serious."
He smiled a little. "That's se
