Re: Sonrisa: Hunter R & Cris M
"Who you payin' off?" Cris asked it, as the compartment was snapped closed, without taking his eyes from the short stretcha road that spindled off in glistening gray. The drive wasn't long, not even a lil bit, so that by the time the kid was twitching, jerking, staring, they were pulling into the parking lotta the diner.
Since it was obvious, the Sheriff didn't actually answer, huh? He pulled into a spot near the doora the place. He took halfa second to send Sam a text, saying he got stuck at work, and then he went 'round to open the passenger side for Hunter. The dog could easily follow 'em here. It was barely a hop from Sonrisa, but he wasn't gonna walk some bleeding kid into the diner with his arm behind his back, so—
"C'mon. Let's get a bite." He opened the door. He had a hand out, almost like he was gonna walk in hand-in-hand with the gringo, but it was actually there to help him out, then latch onto him, so he didn't think 'bout rabbiting again. And if the kid came, quiet, he walked the twoa them into the lil place, his arm 'round Hunter's shoulders in a tight circle that would pass for friendly if any busybodies were enjoying a cuppa coffee right 'bout now.