Continuing in RESET.
Last week, we left Lewis Hunter speculating who the third steak was for.
Outside the shop, a car's horn sounded and we both turned, instinctively orienting ourselves to the obnoxious sound.
As soon as I saw the Porsche parked in front of the shop, my eyes bugged. “Nice car.”
“It's not mine,” she clarified, too quickly.
Boyfriend’s car. The brown paper tore a little under my hand.
“You're not Melvin Hunter, are you?” she blurted next.
I managed a smile. "No."
Her mouth thinned, lips pressed together in frustration.
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