Mark couldn’t get the police officer out of his mind. Three days later, he was still talking about him to anyone who would listen. “And then he leaned into the window,” he told his friends as they sat in a booth at McDonald’s, “and he said—”
“Mark, I love you!” Doug snickered and winked at Tiffany, who choked on her soda, giggling.
Beneath the table, Mark kicked his friend in the shin. “Shut up,” he growled. “Listen, I’m just telling you what happened.”
Doug kicked him back. “We know. You’ve only told us a hundred times. I’m beginning to think I was there.”
Mark glared at his friend as he took an angry bite of his Big Mac. “Well, you weren’t. You don’t want to hear it? Fine. I won’t tell you anymore.”
Across from him, Tiffany smiled sympathetically. “Tell me then, Mark.” She reached o
