Alan never complained. He simply did his job but in the back of his mind he had to be boiling. As much as Lucas wanted to let him have this moment there simply wasn’t time. It was another three-hour drive back and they were already pushing their luck.
“A-hem!” Lucas cleared his throat.
Alan grimaced glancing over his shoulder before turning back to Kyle, “Looks like I’m being paged. I know I should have insisted he get his license.”
Kyle smirked.
“Ah, here,” Alan grabbed a piece of paper from the crate and wrote down his phone number. “Uh, call me? I’d really like to see your new play.”
His cheeks turning pink Kyle nodded. He reached for the cash register and pulled out a length of receipt tape jotting down his own phone number before handing it to him. They both smiled shyly as Ala
