Jesus pulled his bike up to the Red Apple, savoring the lingering purr of the engine for an extra moment before he shut it off and swung his leg over. He’d never actually eaten here before- it was a bit expensive for him, and even if he had won a voucher for it at the auction, he wasn’t actually brave enough to ask Tyler out. Maybe he should just ask Chad? Use it before the thing expired. Chad looked like he didn’t have many good days. But maybe that would sound too much like a date for either of them to be comfortable.
Whatever. He wasn’t here for dinner. Helmet under one hand, he swung in through the back door and wandered around until he found he was looking for.
“Buenas tardes, señora,” he said, quirking a half smile at the sight of Winifred Snow in all her frigid glory. “I’m not late, am I?”
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