Dutch smiled. It wasn’t a friendly smile.
Dutch stepped in — not tall, but somehow taking up all the space. He removed his sunglasses even though it was 11:47 at night. His gaze swept past the counter, past the jukebox, and landed on their booth. agatha shay britney dutch
Agatha tapped her fingernail against the chipped menu, her eyes scanning the diner’s late-night crowd. Across from her, Shay was busy tearing a sugar packet into a tiny pile of crystals, while Britney scrolled through her phone with the exhausted concentration of someone avoiding three different conversations. Dutch smiled