he stared at me. I stared back. “I had a bacon cheeseburger two hours ago, dude. Cut me some slack.” He laughed so hard I thought he was going to choke. “Sorry,” he said, taking a swig of his craft beer. “What’s so funny? That I ate a burger?” I could only imagine the false impression this guy had of me. “Well, yeah, that’s funny, too. But I can’t believe you just called me ‘dude.’ I would have expected Detective Dude.” I smiled despite myself. I guess we both had some false impressions to get past. “Fair enough.”
