An eggnog seemed like a good idea, and no one would have to know it was the alcoholic version Kiko was drinking. A day like today seemed to warrant it. Thankfully, there had been a steady rate of customers despite the explosions and police presence, but even so, Kiko felt his nerves wearing. He needed either something to calm him or distract him. As he was weighing the eggnog decision, the door to the store opened and Dom entered with a large cardboard box, looking like he wanted to punch the first person to cross his path. Kiko left the counter and immediately rushed over to relieve him of the box.
“Thanks,” he said as the eggs rattled.
Dom grunted at him, glaring around the store. “You didn’t get my calls.”
Kiko winced at the anger in the statement and motioned with his head for Dom t
