When Darren got to the diner, after stopping at home to change clothes, Rob was nowhere in sight. He decided to wait ten minutes before he’d figure Rob had changed his mind for some reason. Five minutes later, he saw him limping down the street. When Rob reached him, Darren asked with some concern, “Did those punks do more than break your arm?”
“Naw. With only one working arm, it makes the jump off the fire escape a bit trickier. I landed wrong and twisted my ankle. Before you go all ‘doctor’ on me, I’m fine. It just aches some.”
“If you’re sure…”
“Yeah, I’m sure. It’s not the first time I’ve pulled a stupid stunt like that.” Rob looked meaningfully at the entrance to the diner. “Are we going to stand out here all night chatting?”
Darren laughed, opened the door, and they went inside.
