Sunday night, and Dez hadn’t seen much of Fran for a few days. So when he heard a tap at his door, he sprang out of his seat like someone just put forty thousand volts through it.
“Oh, hi,” Fran said when Dez opened the door. “Hey, you look great.”
Did he? He’d certainly slept better the last few days. And his clothes were more carefully pressed than usual. He also had a fresh haircut.
“Thanks. You, too.”
Not quite true. Fran was looking a bit tired. Sunday was a busy day in the café. The weather had turned warm and Fran’s skin gleamed with sweat. And someone had spilled something chocolatey down his T-shirt.
Fran snorted at the compliment. “Highly unlikely. I just thought I’m drop by before it gets late. It’s my day off tomorrow. One of the staff is coming in to watch over the cats.
