tennis slash - The International Diner (5)
Title: The International Diner (5)
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairings: Andy Roddick/Marat Safin/Roger Federer, Mardy Fish/Juan Martin Del Potro, Lleyton Hewitt/Andy Murray
Other Players: Sam Querrey, Tommy Haas, Novak Djokovic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. ATP at a diner.
Chapter 5 - He's Perfect and Ruining My Life
Roger comes in near the end of Andy Roddick's shift that Wednesday. Andy's brother has gotten a promotion so his entire family is throwing a party tonight; Andy and Roger need to leave now or else they'll be stuck in rush hour traffic.
So Roger is surprised when Andy drags him to a table in the back of the diner and announces, "We need to talk."
Roger glances toward Marat, who is just starting his shift. No evil glares being sent their way so at least he's not settling an argument. "What's wrong?"
Before Andy has a chance to answer, Mardy, also at the end of his shift, exits the kitchen and barely acknowledges them before leaving. Immediately after Mardy is out the door, Sam rushes out of the kitchen, taking off his hat and rustling fingers through his hair on his way to their table.
Based on these two events, Roger can sense what this will be about but waits to see if he's right. "Hello Sam. You're in on this talk too?"
Andy glances at the cook, surprised as well. Sam replies, "After he told me off just now, you damn right I'm here."
Okay, Roger wasn't expecting that. Neither was Andy. "You're kidding."
"I simply asked if he was working tomorrow morning. He says, I quote, no, why? you’d rather I waste the rest of my life here, unquote."
Roger had thought he’d known but that doesn't sound like Mardy. "Mardy said that? This is about Mardy, right? I could believe those words from someone else..."
Sam replies, "Yes, seriously. Fishie has got it in his head he's unhappy because his acting career never took off."
Andy nods along, this sounding more like the conversation he wanted with Roger. "You know how Mardy gets over this. Don't get me wrong, I love that he has a dream. It's just the results are... well, his judgment in roles is questionable at best."
Sam adds, “Yeah, I don’t want to shave my head again.” He runs his fingers through his hair, remembering how Andy had convinced Sam and Lleyton to shave their heads along with him because Mardy hated that he got a crew cut for a war film in which his role got eliminated. “My hair hasn’t been the same since. Anyway, combine that with last week's drama and it adds up to a disaster in the making. I heard him on the phone earlier setting up an audition for a play in the city."
Roger asks, "What do you want me to do? Forbid him?"
Andy says quickly, "Of course not! I just thought I'd warn you. Never know what will come of this. It never ends well."
Roger shakes his head. "Okay, Sam. I'll keep an eye on the situation."
Sam nods then says, "Thank you," and returns to the kitchen.
Once Sam is gone, Roger holds his hand up so Andy will stay there and heads over to Marat. Andy watches as they talk, not quite sure if Roger has dropped the subject now that Sam is gone.
Marat glances at the door, then joins Roger. Marat stays standing, so that he can greet anyone who arrives, even though this is usually a dead time of day, while Roger now joins Andy on the same side of the booth. Roger says, "I need to gather information about the mess with Guillermo. Maybe it’ll help Mardy at the same time."
Andy's eyes widen, asking, "You mean we are trying to stop him from acting?"
"Well, no. I'm thinking that the kid needs to get back here. It's the one that's crushing on Mardy that was in the middle of this, right?"
Andy nods. Marat has his arms crossed, wondering why Roger dragged him over.
"Okay then," Roger replies. "Now, Marat, you told me that Guillermo had been able to draw a lot of Argentineans to the dinner shift once his business failed. Was the kid or, er, the other guy..."
Andy offers, "Neande... I mean, Nalbandian. David, I think."
"I’d guess Guillermo took that business with him out the door. Any clue on how to track these guys down? A hangout or a job in common... anything?"
Marat says, "Well, yes, Nalbandian was part of the dinner group. Rarely though, because he works a job that begins at noon. The other guys constantly tell him to quit because apparently his job is beneath him. Which one is into Mardy? Monaco? Chucho?"
Roger turns to Andy, who shakes his head sadly. "I've never heard those names before. Chucho?"
Marat shrugs. "Spanish guys give each other interesting nicknames. That's what it sounded like to me - Chucho. Monaco, I only recall because of Monte Carlo. Beautiful place I visited when I finished school, before I moved to this country."
Roger says desperately, "Anything else?"
Andy recalls from that day, "They were trying to fix the kid up with Guillermo."
Marat gives them a weird look. "Then it's definitely not any of the guys in that group. For those guys, it’s more like the heckling you see at a sports bar.”
Roger nods to Marat. “Thanks.” He turns to Andy and rests a comforting hand on Andy’s knee. “Mardy knows his job is here if he gets a steady gig and it doesn’t work out again. As long as he’s not being an ass to the customers, we’ll just weather the storm. Tommy told me when I hired him he’d be open to extra hours so staffing isn’t an issue.”
Andy shakes his head. “I know but…”
Roger wraps his free hand on Andy’s shoulder, whispering, “I know he’s like a brother to you but he has to pursue this. Unless Mardy asks for help, there’s little we can do. We’d better get on the road or else we’ll miss the party. Okay?” Roger plants a kiss on Andy’s forehead and Andy reluctantly nods.
* * * * *
Marat couldn’t be happier that he doesn’t have to deal with the Roddicks’ party. Roger is the type to please family. Marat isn’t good with families - as discovered when Roger introduced Marat to his father and ended up with an argument over wine selection.
Besides, he has a mission tonight. He’s showing Tommy the ropes when it comes to waiting tables at this particular diner. Now with the Mardy issue, this has become a necessity.
When the shift nears the end of the night, Marat decides to take the opportunity to get to know the newest member of the staff. He can’t help but notice that the customers really like this guy. Marat considers making a bet to see whether Tommy can top him when it comes to getting phone numbers but doesn’t think Andy or Roger will appreciate that.
Marat opts for a different tactic. “I can’t help but notice that you and Mr. Federer get along.”
Tommy shrugs. “I think it’s more because we both speak German. He seems to think he’s getting rusty with the language. If you ask me, he’s a bit of a perfectionist.”
Marat laughs. “That sounds like Roger all right. So, how do you like working here?”
“Very nice so far. I work my next shift with the morning people. I hear that will be the true test.”
“Yeah. You’re not officially in until Andy gets to prematurely judge you.”
Tommy scrunches his brow. “You mean the blond Andy, right? The one Roger has a picture?”
Marat smiles at the thought of Roger showing that picture of the three of them. “Yeah. Definitely. It’s a bizarre frat in the morning. Andy, Mardy, Lleyton, Sam and John. I love Andy and all, but I’m happier crossing paths with him later in the day.”
* * * * *
Friday morning arrives and Tommy has to admit he’s a bit on edge. He knows that Roger is wary with Guillermo gone and that Andy sometimes has a great say in what Roger does around here. The last thing he wants is to get on Andy’s bad side.
The only person of the morning crew that he’s had any prolonged contact with is Andy Murray, who had worked this past Saturday night. He’s not sure what to make of the kid. Andy had been so quiet and sullen and definitely not someone he’d imagine in the frat mentality; then again, Marat calls him Other Andy and he definitely wasn’t mentioned in the list. Tommy wasn’t so sure he would be of any help in fitting in.
He walks into the kitchen to the sound of two of the cooks singing The Beatles' "Come Together" and the third glaring at them. The guy leaning on the counter is giving them a beat and laughing along. Must be Andy.
The other guy is standing near the back door, cell phone attached to his ear and appearing quite distressed over whatever he’s hearing. He closes the phone and slumps against the wall, as if wishing he were somewhere else.
The others are into their bad singing so Tommy decides to venture toward the lone figure. “Everything okay?”
“Huh? Er, Tommy, right?” He nods. “I was supposed to have an audition today but the entire project is on hold. I mean, I doubt it would have led anywhere immediately but I’m trying to get back into acting.”
“I know people in the business. If you want me to make some phone calls, I could.”
The blue in his eyes no longer appears so cloudy. “That would be great.” He holds out his hand, “Mardy. Nice to meet you, Tommy.”
* * * * *
While that is going on, Andy stops the banging. “Where have you been, Lley? Haven’t seen you all week.”
“I’m setting something up. I don’t want to rush ahead of myself yet…”
“Big plans?”
Lleyton shrugs. “It could be.” He sees Andy Murray enter out of the corner of his eye, making sure not to interrupt, and suddenly really doesn’t want to talk about this.
“Okay, I understand. You’re keeping it under wraps right now.”
Sam interjects, “Lley knows that you have a big mouth and could ruin everything, man.” His hands are busy so he taps Lleyton on the back with his elbow. “Don’t listen to him. Keep it quiet.”
* * * * *
Lleyton had believed it would be no big deal facing Andy Murray again. He was mistaken. Andy probably thinks Lleyton has been avoiding him, which isn’t true. Lleyton had known about the days off before that night, but didn’t yet want to reveal to the staff he was back into trying to open a bakery.
That would explain the mood Andy’s been in this week. There had been a tense standoff between Andy and Novak - Sam had ordered them to take their hissing outside but Andy walked away from everyone instead, leaving Novak stunned.
Even by Andy’s normally antisocial standards, the others have said he’s been annoying to deal with. Little comments all day, dodging conversations. It’s not just Lleyton’s imagination, either; Sam said earlier he’d love to throw the kid under a bus and not in a figurative way. So when he sees Andy getting ready to leave for the day, Lleyton tells Sam to deal with the last two burgers on the grill so he could take a break.
Lleyton opts not to knock before letting himself in. Andy turns around, half his head sticking out of his sweater. “I know you’re nearing the end of shift but can you wait two damn seconds, Roddick?” When Andy finishes getting the sweater on, he’s surprised to see Lleyton there. “Oh hi.”
“I hadn’t seen you all week and needed to…” Well, Lleyton didn’t know what he exactly needed. “Needed to know you were okay.”
“I’ll survive. Nice to know that somebody around here isn’t a gossip.”
“What happened with Novak?”
Andy looks away, fixing a baseball cap on his head, brim low. “He apologized about the birthday. I told him it wasn’t important. I know now not to rely on him. Then I asked him about his date with Rafa. The end.”
“So you lied.”
Andy shakes his head. “I didn’t care what he had to say once he was convinced that you lied to cover up that we hooked up. Screw that.”
Lleyton decides it’s best not to remind him that was exactly what Andy had wanted before he was stopped. “You’re lying right now. You do care.”
“I really don’t want him. I hate that I ever did. That is not a lie.”
Lleyton tries to read if that’s the truth. He thinks it may be. “So you’re simply offended.”
“He thinks so little of me. His life is so much bigger than this. School, tennis, his traveling circus of a family, entertaining the masses outside. I ran into Rafa at school and he thought Novak was trying too hard to be funny, so I'm not so sure there will even be a second date. Rafa hasn't set foot in here since."
Lleyton chuckles. Andy is enjoying making Novak sound worse. He does that with his exes as well.
Andy then gets serious, noticing he really does have to leave. “Look, thanks again for not saying anything. I…” He turns away, grabbing his jacket as he mutters, “I can’t have those guys thinking less of me than they already do. Bad enough if they believe Novak’s version…”
“Andy, please stop. Don’t concern yourself with them.” Andy shrugs then waves a good night over his shoulder. Lleyton leans against the wall, now realizing Andy dodged talking about what really happened that night.
* * * * *
Andy Roddick should be getting ready to leave but he's glaring at the counter, as Roger has arrived and is talking to Tommy. Marat had been dropping digs last night and Andy shouldn't listen to him. The thing is he can’t help but notice the Russian is also right. There is definite flirting going on there.
It shouldn’t mean much. Roger just enjoys speaking in his native tongue. Andy had tried to learn the language but all it accomplished was frustration, a reminder that he barely survived high school and Roger was so much smarter than him.
He’s literally dragged from his thoughts by Mardy, who leads him back to the kitchen. Mardy snaps, “Cut it out.”
“He’s making a move on Roger right in front of my face!”
“Andy, he is not. Tommy’s just nice. During his break, he was on the phone with a friend of his who’s in casting. He’s wanting to fit in.”
Andy tries not to glare back Tommy’s way at that news, instead saying, “He could have gotten in that closet with anyone. I mean, it turned out it was nothing that night; Lleyton said so. But if I didn’t know that, I would be convinced it involved Tommy.”
“You need to stop being jealous. Tommy hasn’t done anything. Besides, Marat speaks Russian in front of you all the time and you don’t react.”
“Yeah and he flirts all the time with everybody so there’s nothing to question. Roger is different.”
Andy watches Mardy return to the kitchen. Everybody likes the new guy. That means Andy is sure Tommy is going to ruin his life if he doesn't do something about it.
Chapter 6 - Blame it on the Rain
Author: Kris S.
Fandom: Tennis RPS
Pairings: Andy Roddick/Marat Safin/Roger Federer, Mardy Fish/Juan Martin Del Potro, Lleyton Hewitt/Andy Murray
Other Players: Sam Querrey, Tommy Haas, Novak Djokovic
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This did not happen.
Summary: AU. ATP at a diner.
Chapter 5 - He's Perfect and Ruining My Life
Roger comes in near the end of Andy Roddick's shift that Wednesday. Andy's brother has gotten a promotion so his entire family is throwing a party tonight; Andy and Roger need to leave now or else they'll be stuck in rush hour traffic.
So Roger is surprised when Andy drags him to a table in the back of the diner and announces, "We need to talk."
Roger glances toward Marat, who is just starting his shift. No evil glares being sent their way so at least he's not settling an argument. "What's wrong?"
Before Andy has a chance to answer, Mardy, also at the end of his shift, exits the kitchen and barely acknowledges them before leaving. Immediately after Mardy is out the door, Sam rushes out of the kitchen, taking off his hat and rustling fingers through his hair on his way to their table.
Based on these two events, Roger can sense what this will be about but waits to see if he's right. "Hello Sam. You're in on this talk too?"
Andy glances at the cook, surprised as well. Sam replies, "After he told me off just now, you damn right I'm here."
Okay, Roger wasn't expecting that. Neither was Andy. "You're kidding."
"I simply asked if he was working tomorrow morning. He says, I quote, no, why? you’d rather I waste the rest of my life here, unquote."
Roger had thought he’d known but that doesn't sound like Mardy. "Mardy said that? This is about Mardy, right? I could believe those words from someone else..."
Sam replies, "Yes, seriously. Fishie has got it in his head he's unhappy because his acting career never took off."
Andy nods along, this sounding more like the conversation he wanted with Roger. "You know how Mardy gets over this. Don't get me wrong, I love that he has a dream. It's just the results are... well, his judgment in roles is questionable at best."
Sam adds, “Yeah, I don’t want to shave my head again.” He runs his fingers through his hair, remembering how Andy had convinced Sam and Lleyton to shave their heads along with him because Mardy hated that he got a crew cut for a war film in which his role got eliminated. “My hair hasn’t been the same since. Anyway, combine that with last week's drama and it adds up to a disaster in the making. I heard him on the phone earlier setting up an audition for a play in the city."
Roger asks, "What do you want me to do? Forbid him?"
Andy says quickly, "Of course not! I just thought I'd warn you. Never know what will come of this. It never ends well."
Roger shakes his head. "Okay, Sam. I'll keep an eye on the situation."
Sam nods then says, "Thank you," and returns to the kitchen.
Once Sam is gone, Roger holds his hand up so Andy will stay there and heads over to Marat. Andy watches as they talk, not quite sure if Roger has dropped the subject now that Sam is gone.
Marat glances at the door, then joins Roger. Marat stays standing, so that he can greet anyone who arrives, even though this is usually a dead time of day, while Roger now joins Andy on the same side of the booth. Roger says, "I need to gather information about the mess with Guillermo. Maybe it’ll help Mardy at the same time."
Andy's eyes widen, asking, "You mean we are trying to stop him from acting?"
"Well, no. I'm thinking that the kid needs to get back here. It's the one that's crushing on Mardy that was in the middle of this, right?"
Andy nods. Marat has his arms crossed, wondering why Roger dragged him over.
"Okay then," Roger replies. "Now, Marat, you told me that Guillermo had been able to draw a lot of Argentineans to the dinner shift once his business failed. Was the kid or, er, the other guy..."
Andy offers, "Neande... I mean, Nalbandian. David, I think."
"I’d guess Guillermo took that business with him out the door. Any clue on how to track these guys down? A hangout or a job in common... anything?"
Marat says, "Well, yes, Nalbandian was part of the dinner group. Rarely though, because he works a job that begins at noon. The other guys constantly tell him to quit because apparently his job is beneath him. Which one is into Mardy? Monaco? Chucho?"
Roger turns to Andy, who shakes his head sadly. "I've never heard those names before. Chucho?"
Marat shrugs. "Spanish guys give each other interesting nicknames. That's what it sounded like to me - Chucho. Monaco, I only recall because of Monte Carlo. Beautiful place I visited when I finished school, before I moved to this country."
Roger says desperately, "Anything else?"
Andy recalls from that day, "They were trying to fix the kid up with Guillermo."
Marat gives them a weird look. "Then it's definitely not any of the guys in that group. For those guys, it’s more like the heckling you see at a sports bar.”
Roger nods to Marat. “Thanks.” He turns to Andy and rests a comforting hand on Andy’s knee. “Mardy knows his job is here if he gets a steady gig and it doesn’t work out again. As long as he’s not being an ass to the customers, we’ll just weather the storm. Tommy told me when I hired him he’d be open to extra hours so staffing isn’t an issue.”
Andy shakes his head. “I know but…”
Roger wraps his free hand on Andy’s shoulder, whispering, “I know he’s like a brother to you but he has to pursue this. Unless Mardy asks for help, there’s little we can do. We’d better get on the road or else we’ll miss the party. Okay?” Roger plants a kiss on Andy’s forehead and Andy reluctantly nods.
* * * * *
Marat couldn’t be happier that he doesn’t have to deal with the Roddicks’ party. Roger is the type to please family. Marat isn’t good with families - as discovered when Roger introduced Marat to his father and ended up with an argument over wine selection.
Besides, he has a mission tonight. He’s showing Tommy the ropes when it comes to waiting tables at this particular diner. Now with the Mardy issue, this has become a necessity.
When the shift nears the end of the night, Marat decides to take the opportunity to get to know the newest member of the staff. He can’t help but notice that the customers really like this guy. Marat considers making a bet to see whether Tommy can top him when it comes to getting phone numbers but doesn’t think Andy or Roger will appreciate that.
Marat opts for a different tactic. “I can’t help but notice that you and Mr. Federer get along.”
Tommy shrugs. “I think it’s more because we both speak German. He seems to think he’s getting rusty with the language. If you ask me, he’s a bit of a perfectionist.”
Marat laughs. “That sounds like Roger all right. So, how do you like working here?”
“Very nice so far. I work my next shift with the morning people. I hear that will be the true test.”
“Yeah. You’re not officially in until Andy gets to prematurely judge you.”
Tommy scrunches his brow. “You mean the blond Andy, right? The one Roger has a picture?”
Marat smiles at the thought of Roger showing that picture of the three of them. “Yeah. Definitely. It’s a bizarre frat in the morning. Andy, Mardy, Lleyton, Sam and John. I love Andy and all, but I’m happier crossing paths with him later in the day.”
* * * * *
Friday morning arrives and Tommy has to admit he’s a bit on edge. He knows that Roger is wary with Guillermo gone and that Andy sometimes has a great say in what Roger does around here. The last thing he wants is to get on Andy’s bad side.
The only person of the morning crew that he’s had any prolonged contact with is Andy Murray, who had worked this past Saturday night. He’s not sure what to make of the kid. Andy had been so quiet and sullen and definitely not someone he’d imagine in the frat mentality; then again, Marat calls him Other Andy and he definitely wasn’t mentioned in the list. Tommy wasn’t so sure he would be of any help in fitting in.
He walks into the kitchen to the sound of two of the cooks singing The Beatles' "Come Together" and the third glaring at them. The guy leaning on the counter is giving them a beat and laughing along. Must be Andy.
The other guy is standing near the back door, cell phone attached to his ear and appearing quite distressed over whatever he’s hearing. He closes the phone and slumps against the wall, as if wishing he were somewhere else.
The others are into their bad singing so Tommy decides to venture toward the lone figure. “Everything okay?”
“Huh? Er, Tommy, right?” He nods. “I was supposed to have an audition today but the entire project is on hold. I mean, I doubt it would have led anywhere immediately but I’m trying to get back into acting.”
“I know people in the business. If you want me to make some phone calls, I could.”
The blue in his eyes no longer appears so cloudy. “That would be great.” He holds out his hand, “Mardy. Nice to meet you, Tommy.”
* * * * *
While that is going on, Andy stops the banging. “Where have you been, Lley? Haven’t seen you all week.”
“I’m setting something up. I don’t want to rush ahead of myself yet…”
“Big plans?”
Lleyton shrugs. “It could be.” He sees Andy Murray enter out of the corner of his eye, making sure not to interrupt, and suddenly really doesn’t want to talk about this.
“Okay, I understand. You’re keeping it under wraps right now.”
Sam interjects, “Lley knows that you have a big mouth and could ruin everything, man.” His hands are busy so he taps Lleyton on the back with his elbow. “Don’t listen to him. Keep it quiet.”
* * * * *
Lleyton had believed it would be no big deal facing Andy Murray again. He was mistaken. Andy probably thinks Lleyton has been avoiding him, which isn’t true. Lleyton had known about the days off before that night, but didn’t yet want to reveal to the staff he was back into trying to open a bakery.
That would explain the mood Andy’s been in this week. There had been a tense standoff between Andy and Novak - Sam had ordered them to take their hissing outside but Andy walked away from everyone instead, leaving Novak stunned.
Even by Andy’s normally antisocial standards, the others have said he’s been annoying to deal with. Little comments all day, dodging conversations. It’s not just Lleyton’s imagination, either; Sam said earlier he’d love to throw the kid under a bus and not in a figurative way. So when he sees Andy getting ready to leave for the day, Lleyton tells Sam to deal with the last two burgers on the grill so he could take a break.
Lleyton opts not to knock before letting himself in. Andy turns around, half his head sticking out of his sweater. “I know you’re nearing the end of shift but can you wait two damn seconds, Roddick?” When Andy finishes getting the sweater on, he’s surprised to see Lleyton there. “Oh hi.”
“I hadn’t seen you all week and needed to…” Well, Lleyton didn’t know what he exactly needed. “Needed to know you were okay.”
“I’ll survive. Nice to know that somebody around here isn’t a gossip.”
“What happened with Novak?”
Andy looks away, fixing a baseball cap on his head, brim low. “He apologized about the birthday. I told him it wasn’t important. I know now not to rely on him. Then I asked him about his date with Rafa. The end.”
“So you lied.”
Andy shakes his head. “I didn’t care what he had to say once he was convinced that you lied to cover up that we hooked up. Screw that.”
Lleyton decides it’s best not to remind him that was exactly what Andy had wanted before he was stopped. “You’re lying right now. You do care.”
“I really don’t want him. I hate that I ever did. That is not a lie.”
Lleyton tries to read if that’s the truth. He thinks it may be. “So you’re simply offended.”
“He thinks so little of me. His life is so much bigger than this. School, tennis, his traveling circus of a family, entertaining the masses outside. I ran into Rafa at school and he thought Novak was trying too hard to be funny, so I'm not so sure there will even be a second date. Rafa hasn't set foot in here since."
Lleyton chuckles. Andy is enjoying making Novak sound worse. He does that with his exes as well.
Andy then gets serious, noticing he really does have to leave. “Look, thanks again for not saying anything. I…” He turns away, grabbing his jacket as he mutters, “I can’t have those guys thinking less of me than they already do. Bad enough if they believe Novak’s version…”
“Andy, please stop. Don’t concern yourself with them.” Andy shrugs then waves a good night over his shoulder. Lleyton leans against the wall, now realizing Andy dodged talking about what really happened that night.
* * * * *
Andy Roddick should be getting ready to leave but he's glaring at the counter, as Roger has arrived and is talking to Tommy. Marat had been dropping digs last night and Andy shouldn't listen to him. The thing is he can’t help but notice the Russian is also right. There is definite flirting going on there.
It shouldn’t mean much. Roger just enjoys speaking in his native tongue. Andy had tried to learn the language but all it accomplished was frustration, a reminder that he barely survived high school and Roger was so much smarter than him.
He’s literally dragged from his thoughts by Mardy, who leads him back to the kitchen. Mardy snaps, “Cut it out.”
“He’s making a move on Roger right in front of my face!”
“Andy, he is not. Tommy’s just nice. During his break, he was on the phone with a friend of his who’s in casting. He’s wanting to fit in.”
Andy tries not to glare back Tommy’s way at that news, instead saying, “He could have gotten in that closet with anyone. I mean, it turned out it was nothing that night; Lleyton said so. But if I didn’t know that, I would be convinced it involved Tommy.”
“You need to stop being jealous. Tommy hasn’t done anything. Besides, Marat speaks Russian in front of you all the time and you don’t react.”
“Yeah and he flirts all the time with everybody so there’s nothing to question. Roger is different.”
Andy watches Mardy return to the kitchen. Everybody likes the new guy. That means Andy is sure Tommy is going to ruin his life if he doesn't do something about it.
Chapter 6 - Blame it on the Rain