Re: Brad and Lane and Open - Stools
Right after Brad spoke, and before Lane had a chance to reply, Rhiannon slipped into place behind Lane and raised her hands above his shoulders. Quickly, so as not to set off any intuition that someone was sneaking up on him, the hunter cupped her palms over the etheric’s eyes. “Boo.” She knew this particular face well, knew his real job because she was a frequent caller and had run into him while covered in demon guts, and knew there was no way touching Lane would hurt him because if there was one thing the hunter wasn’t, it was blissfully calm.
The music Lane was listening to jangled through the earbud, barely noticeable over the noise of the diner. Rhiannon was about to listen in when she looked to her side and saw Brad. Whoops. ‘Wonder if he asked the server to hold hands and guess his order,’ she thought, unaware she was broadcasting that particular one to Brianna.