“Maybe I’ll see you around, then? I’m usually at the Tavern on Thursday nights.” “The Tavern?” “You don’t know it? I thought you and Charlie were friends or something.” I cackle at that. “We just met yesterday.” “Oh. The way he spoke…” Harrison frowns, and it’s adorable on him. “I figured you knew each other well. Anyway, the Tavern is Charlie’s family’s restaurant. Or, it used to be. Charlie and Sam sold it a couple years ago.” “Sam?” “Charlie’s younger brother.”
