“Look at that.” He flourishes his hand, too. “Sweet tea just appeared on the menu.” Wesley is playing with me? My grin widens. “It did not.” “Right above the macchiatos. Don’t you see it?” He is watching me with a very serious expression. Neon pink from that revolving sign in a faraway land casts out its light all the way to here, glowing upon his cheeks. I’ve seen this expression on him before, but I didn’t know the difference between his nice serious and his intimidating serious. “The customer’s always right.”
