Adam and Carter hung around, talked, browsed. They listened to The Don and Mike Show on the radio, and Alyssa made them iced tea. It was a slow day, and what few customers came—potential witnesses, Adam thought—did not stay long. A girl entered the store about forty minutes after Adam and Carter arrived. Alyssa introduced her as her best friend, Brett. Short, straight, blonde hair framed her round face. A small silver ring pierced her right eyebrow. They were thin, black, arched eyebrows above a face that looked as if it had never smiled, not even once, yet there was a natural prettiness to it. Roughly the same height as Alyssa, but more muscular and tan in her black shorts and red sleeveless top. Brett listened silently for a while as Adam and Alyssa and Carter talked. When Adam made reference to something he had written, she asked, “You write?” Adam said he did, but had nothing published yet but a couple poems in journals nobody ever heard of. She smiled then, a small, guarded smile, and said, “That’s cool.”
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