Berkley
"Where's your head at tonight, kid?"
I grumbled, I've told him time and time again, not to call me kid. "On my shoulders." With a whoosh, I got smacked square in the face with a dirty dish towel. "Seriously?" I deadpan.
"Yeah, seriously. You're not your usual, annoying, smart-mouthed-self tonight. You've been quiet, tamed, and actually pleasant... What's going on?" Al narrows his eyes and leans on the counter he had just finished wiping down, waiting for an answer.
"As flattered as I am that you care so much, I'm just not in a place I can discuss things yet." I feel my eyebrows furrow while I search for a good word to use, "It's...complicated?" is what I settled on.
"Is that a question? You don't sound so sure."
"I'm as sure as I'm going to be at the moment, which is exac
