Brad and Lane and Open - Stools
“Don’t do that shit!” Lane laughed, starting for a second. His hands would slip up and over hers, holding them for a second. Then he pulled her hands carefully away, swiveling. “Rhi! My most favorite. I haven’t heard from you lately.” ‘Cause I have some fine stuff you would love’ he thought to himself. A hand would press the dangling part of the earbud to pause the music, not that he couldn’t already hear the common sounds of the diner.
Over a shoulder he glanced at Brad, who he knew from Suds. “You stay put.”