“How was the last shift?” “Uneventful,” Kip said. “But I brought you something. For luck.” He held out a blue smoothie. The last one he would ever have to make. “Aww,” Scott said, reaching for it. “I hope the new staff can make them this good.” Kip feigned horror. “You would let another guy make you a smoothie?” Scott smiled around the straw. “I’d be thinking of you the whole time. I promise.”
