"Falcon asked for a date"
What?
I wanted to throw the pot in my hands at her. The pottery show was due three days, and we had arrived at our perfect spot. It was in the cross section common to the rural and urban sides, and we were setting things up. All the artistic things went on the sides and historical stuff was at the center.
Towards the front, we made preparations for the eye-catching ones, next to a little reception we had in order to collect tickets.
Ethan was doing all the unloading, that he was out of ear sight.
"Your not going with him"
Anita raised her eyes, "It's way after this show and all.....come on man"
'It's Falcon!", I shouted. The man inside a vegetable shop nearby stared at us.
Anita scoffed, "He's a normal person ok...."
"Anita...you already know what I went
