He looked down at himself, then he laughed too. “Shit, I do look pretty ridiculous,don’tI?”
“Just alittle.”
We sat there for a bit without saying anything. For a minute I was worried I’d made things awkward by derailing the conversation, but for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel uncomfortable in the silence. I wondered if Vincent felt the same way, or if he was thinking up excuses to end our chat and walk awayfromme.
Something beeped and Vincent sat up, digging his phone out of his pocket. “Oh, crap. I’ve got a call from work.” He stood up and narrowed his eyes at his screen. “Sorry, I have to run. Someone went home sick and they need me to holdeverythingup.”
“That’s okay,” I said. I was honestly surprised that he bothered apologizing in the firstplace.
“See you later, John!” Vincent called before - carefully, without knocking over any kids -runningoff.
I sat there, blinking and wondering what the hell justhappened.
