"A different one."
"It's nice to meet you." Kurt wiped off his palms. Adam looked around
the little private nest at the back of the shop, at the small, meshed-in
window on the back wall. Danny watched at that window sometimes.
"I'm gonna send a screengrab of this to Lyman, he'll bust a nut."
It made Anton smile. Lyman and Kurt were the unlikeliest of pals, but
pals they were.
"You do that."
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
Anton smiled shyly. "No volunteers today?"
Kurt shrugged, a jingle of chains. "Nope. Slow day. Some days just
are. Was thinking of seeing a movie or something. Wanna come?"
"I can't," Anton said.
"Sure," Brett said, oblivious to the fact that the invitation hadn't
really been directed at him. "I'd like that."
"O-kaaay," Kurt said. "Great. Gimme an hour or so and meet me out
front."
"It's a date."
#
He was half a block from home when he spotted Natalie sitting on her
porch, staring at the park. Kurt and Link were gone. The patio at the
Greek's was full. He was stood in his bare feet in the middle of
Kensington Market on a busy shopping day, and he had absolutely nowhere
to go. Nowhere he belonged.
He realized that Natalie had never put him in touch with her boss at
Martian Signal.
Barefoot, there wasn't much of anywhere he could go. But he didn't want
to be home with Mimi and he didn't want to walk past Natalie.
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