Martin picked the decorative piece of lettuce from his roll. “I have a question, Zach.” “You can’t buy me new pants, man,” I said. The two men shared a stunned expression before amusement took over, and I felt bold. Comfortable, most of all. I smirked and shifted in my seat, then dug back into my food. After the chuckles had died down, Martin faced Henry with a serious look.
