Brad, Lane, Rhiannon and Open - Stools
“Hah!” That was a funny joke.
Lane chewed a bit at his bottom lip, fighting off a coy remark. Instead, he turned to the Hunter. “You take that one, yeah? Give it a spin. You like it, I’ll show you the rest of what I have and we can negotiate.” He arched an eyebrow at her. He was in a better mood than usual but he didn’t know quite why. Regardless, he beamed at Rhiannon. “And promise me you won’t lose it before you get to try it, yeah?”
The neglected cup of coffee would be swept up and he took a sip. By that point it had cooled, he didn’t care. It all tasted the same.