Heath Speaking
As instructed, he writes his name on the list, polished script he’d learned in school still present, and then when the domino effect bounces to his chair, he stands up. He only adjusts his glasses a single time, the only suggestion of nerves, and smiles comfortably at those assembled. “I’m Heath Fairchild.” There’s almost a pause before his last name, but not quite. “I don’t have any ideas either, but I liked his.” Heath pointed at Tory, grinned, and then sat back down.