And who always paid? Brynne, looking more worn out and pale, would quietly swipe her card.
That rainy night, things got out of hand. Hank strutted in with eight loud, rowdy friends, announcing like a king that it was his treat.
They ordered enough burgers and steaks to feed a crowd, and while they had a blast, I felt uneasy when I didn’t see Brynne with them.
Just as I wondered if she was coming, she walked in, looking like she’d run a marathon. Her eyes were puffy, and her steps were shaky as she approached the group.
