SIXTEEN
James ran with Rigatoni. It was a much warmer evening. There weren't any clouds in the night sky, and the stars and the moon shone brightly. They took the path around the small marina. Rigs set the pace. The dog, made of all muscles, was full of vigor. He hated leaving him home in the small apartment while he worked. This was Rig’s chance to work out some of that pent up energy.
The band music played loudly through his earbuds. Despite the volume, his mind wandered.
He had no idea why he had talked to Charlie on their break. She had purposely stayed away from him outside when they were smoking. He had delivered a message to leave him alone, and she had received it.
And then he had blown it by talking to her.
The waitress hadn’t done anything wrong though. That was the thing. L
