Tossed Salads is busy with many lunchers. The place sells every salad known to man: eel and spinach, strawberry and almond, brisket and garbanzo beans. Bar stools circle high tables, all of which are filled with fast-paced patrons who need to relax just a smidge.
Luke finds Box at a two-person table overlooking Liberal Street. Two bottles sit on the table: one for Box and one for him.
Box has never looked happier, beaming with a smile, glowing. He gazes up at his friend and says, “You’re late again. When did this s**t start?”
Luke looks at the time on his phone. “Only by two minutes.”
Box laughs. “I ordered you your favorite.”
Luke sits across from Box. “A wedge salad with no tomato?”
“That’s the one.”
“Thanks, man. I like it when you look out for my best interest.”
They share smal
