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I needed to get the lunch order in by 8aa at everything they provided was like Greek It had been Leo’s idea, so I needed his input so I didn’t fall flat on my face This couldn’t wait until tomorrohenever he rolled in

“I’ll be putty in your hands” He opened the door to the bar

My fingers squeezed the strap ofuntil they ached

I stepped inside

There was a sht side of the space There were twenty different keg taps and bottles lined up on the glass shelves behind it

Tables and booths took up the front of the bar, leaving a little rooe It wasn’t hed, digging into their plates piled high with meat, cheese, and other assorted bar staples My stomach rumbled, but over the dim of the customers, thankfully no one else heard it

He waved to the bartender with a towel slung over his shoulder and slipped into a booth toward the back, not far froe

He dru I’ve been here at least twice a week for the past few months”

“I’m sure your cholesterol thanks you”

He held out a menu

I clasped htly sticky laminated menu under my thumbs “I said, no thank you”

This wasn’t intray of reasy, fried sh the air It had to be better than one bad wilted lettuce and shriveled tomato sliders

I hadn’t had bar food, real greasy, calories be da Fries, s, I’d bathe in a vat of blue cheese Butat almost less than zero

He’d heard ry “I’s mood”

“Fine, I can see if there’s sparkling wine and a cheese menu you can look over, if you prefer”