Thank Christ for people like York. There was no history here, other than buying a truck off the man. As it turned out, buying a truck off of York was also getting to have some drinks with him and Alex could use a drink or six. York was good company for it, too. No angst here, just drinks with a friend.
Alex smiled, unable to help it when York did. The scar didn't bother him. He saw it, but it was just part of York. His hand clasped in with the man's larger one. "How's it goin', handsome?" he greeted.