“He likes the drink,” Oscar spoke. Apparently, he wasn’t sure if I understood what his brother was saying.
“You wouldn’t be drinking it if you didn’t like it.” He didn’t seem like the kind of man who would waste the drink, but if it wasn't something he couldn’t handle, he’d have pushed it away and asked for something different.
“How do you know I just don’t want to waste my money?”
This time, my eyes drifted over his form. Taking in the muscles that were most likely hiding beneath his shirt, and the material of the shirt alone was enough to let me know he had money.
“You have a high-end shirt on. I’d bet your pants probably match that same brand. You have money. You may not like to waste it on things you don’t like or think you need. But you have enough funds to not force yourself to consume something if you don't like it.”
“Told you, brother. Don’t mess with the bartender. He can read people for a living.”
Well, that was true. But not because I was just a bartender.
“I’m just good at reading people,” I said with a shrug. “Kellie will be taking over for a short while. I have to take my break now.”
“We’ll probably still be here.” Beckett looked at his brother. “But I don’t think I need another one of these or I won’t be able to drive home.”
I had nothing to say to that. Leaving them to do what they were doing. I did one more round to make sure everyone had what they needed before going to sit next to Noah. The food had just been placed in front of him.
“Not that I care,” I said around a bite of the hamburger I had cut in half and made sure that Noah knew he was to eat it. “Why’d you venture out tonight?”
I didn’t like the idea of him walking in the dark. It may not have been too dark on the way here, but it sure was going to be when he left.
“I was bored,” he shrugged. “And hungry.”
I hummed. “There’s food in the apartment.”
“But not you.”
I couldn’t stop the smile, leaning into him just a bit. “You know you can’t come to work every day with me, right?”
“I know. I won’t make it a habit. Promise.”
“I guess if you ventured out, that means you can go back to volunteering.” It wasn’t that far from my apartment. If he made it here, that had to mean his leg was feeling better. I still thought he needed to get it checked out better.
“Yeah, I plan to reach out to the head director.”
We fell into silence as we finished our meal. Unfortunately, I still had to rush through my break, knowing Kellie needed me back quicker than she said.
“Who’s those two?” Noah asked as he stuffed the last bite into his mouth.
I followed his line of sight. “Oscar and Beckett. Why?”
“They keep looking over here.”
“Oscar is at the munchies and since I go to those without you, he probably wants to know who you are.”
“Oh.”
“He’s good with rope. Well, I guess both are. I haven’t seen Beckett’s work. But Oscar did a demo last weekend.”
“Rope is amazing.” Noah sighed, getting lost in thought. “I....yeah.”
“Okay dreamer,” I laughed, nudging him with my shoulder. “I need to get back to work. Will you be staying until I get off?”
“Can I? I’ll leave if I need to.”
“You can stay. Kellie won’t care. Since you’re the first friend I’ve had shown up.”
