The girl wide-eyed the mess I’d left behind me. “Who are you?” “Nash. Who are you?” “Did you punch that dude?” “Only a little bit. Answer the question or I can get my missus and you can talk to her.” The girl tore her gaze from Bear and fixed me with a stare that was amused and nervous all rolled into one. A familiar sea-green stare as the girl held out her slender hand. “It’s okay. I’m not scared of you, Nash. My dad told me all about you.”
