PART 4
He moved through the serving line slowly, making sure people saw him.
He slapped one Marine on the shoulder.
Called another “killer.”
Made a joke about soft boys needing lattes.
A few laughed too fast.
Fear often wears a grin in public.
I turned one page of my manual and took a sip of coffee.
Tank noticed me not noticing him.
That was all it took.
His boots stopped beside my table.
“Morning, sweetheart.”
I kept my eyes on the page.
“Morning.”
“I haven’t seen you around here before.”
May you like
“That happens.”
A few conversations nearby died quietly.
