Sep 18, 2011 02:00
After his encounter with John on his lunch break, the rest of Bobby's shift passed in a haze. He kept replaying the conversation in his head, wondering why Willy had even sought him out in the first place, and alternating between fuming at John for having the nerve to lecture him on his relationship and brooding over the last thing he said.
He left the store with relief when his shift was over and headed straight for Willy's, needing to talk to him--if not about what John had said, at least about why the conversation had taken place in the first place. He knocked on the door and ran his fingers through his hair nervously, frowning as he waited for Willy to answer.
willy silver,
bobby drake