“Don’t wanna bend the brim. Always hold it by the top.” She was unamused. “It’s a hat.” “Yes, it is. There’s etiquette around them. Respect it.” Cassandra looked taken aback. I sighed and scrubbed my hand down my beard. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to yell at you.” She laughed. “If you think that’s yelling, then I hope you never have to see me order from a deli. I’ll scare the shit out of you.”
