So far, July had been an interesting letdown. First Luke had been sent back, then all the weirdness of the alternates. And now people were hiding out for very understandable reasons, but he still thought it was pretty crappy. At least most things seemed to be shifting back to normal.
Today, Micah was trying to be sociable, sitting at one of the outside tables while having an early dinner. Hinkles was good for quick and filling, which was why it was so damn popular. Tonight, the line was out the door and most of the tables were full. Which was why he was waving the guy who just came out into the chair across from him.
"Hey man, seat's open. It's Rusty, right?" He was pretty sure they had spoken on the net at some point.