Personal Yummy #84

“Hey, Shane,” Nick says, as he leans over the end of the bar and comfortably rests his forearms on top of it. “Are you the early-person-out tonight?”

Shane, busy doing his side work, stops with his hand buried inside a white plastic container of bright blue, yellow, and pink sugar and sweetener packets. He looks up expectantly. “Yeah, I sure am, Nick,” he replies.

“Well, why don’t you get going then? It’s nine—a little early—but there’s no use sticking around here any longer tonight.”

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