Chapter 4Even the strongest blizzards start with one single snowflake.
—Sara Raasch
Theo traced the rim of his coffee cup and gazed out over the empty tables in the café. Dylan wasn’t coming. Of course, he wasn’t, why would he want to meet up with a failure of a sculptor. He’d probably gone back to Dale after they’d split up yesterday. Dale was a decent lay, he’d said, and Theo was a fake artist.
“Hi. Sorry for being late.” Dylan sucked in a breath as if he’d been running and pulled out the chair opposite Theo. “My boss wouldn’t allow me to leave.”
“You’ve been working?” Theo hadn’t known he was supposed to work today, he never would’ve asked him to come home with him if he had.
“Yeah.” Dylan grimaced. “My boss called me this morning.”
“Oh…what do you do?” He should’ve asked yesterda
