Later that evening, long after we’d closed the store, Evan came over to where I stood tallying the day’s take. He was dressed in his jacket and gloves, ready to go.
“Good day?” he asked, setting his messenger bag on the floor beside him.
“Oh, yeah,” I replied after finishing the count.
“Hey, can I ask you a personal question?”
“Like you’ve never done that before?” I replied with a smirk.
“No, seriously. There’s this…tension between you and Laramie. I mean, I remember when we first opened this place, you and he were f*****g each other every chance you got, right? Then he and the band got big, and you guys stopped hanging out. Now he’s back after all these years, and you’re like strangers. You’re barely civil, and it’s all by the book. What gives?”
“Nothing at all. He wants different t
