For the next couple of weeks Vinnie and Eddie danced around each other day after day, both watching each other, their gazes cutting, sliding as they spoke in a language all their own. When they stood close, whispers would get loud, their voices exploding with phrases like, “You creep, can’t you take a hint? I’m not interested!”
And then the day came when Vinnie followed Joe into the coffee room. Taking his time, Vinnie sauntered in behind Joe and leaned against the door frame watching. After a few seconds his gaze moved upward, catching a glimpse of the surveillance camera.
“That damned eye up there sees everything. They’re so damned afraid somebody’s gonna take some coffee that they don’t pay for. For two cents I’d…”
“So how much is it? The coffee, I mean.”
Both men’s eyes met and fus
