I Wish You All the Best

by Mason Deaver

Todd leads me over to the area of the counter covered in at least three dozen different bottles, all of them left open. What sort of animals are my classmates?

“Whatever happens”—his grip tightens a little—“I wish you all the best, Benjamin De Backer.” He says it with a smile. “You deserve it.”

“No chance I could ask you to do this in riddle form?” “Yeah, no.” I sigh. “It’s a bit of a weird request.” “It’s not that hard to make questions riddles,” Nathan says. “Not what I meant.” I shake my head. “I just need your help.”

Every success deserves a celebration.”