“You gonna tell me what that was all about?” “Oh, right!” I perk up. “Are you the Axel of Axel’s Bodyshop.” I can tell he’s surprised by the way his posture shifts, “Don’t tell me you’ve been there?” “Oh, um, I don’t think so. Why? Do you not want me to?” Just asking that sends a dull throb into my sternum. He shakes his head, “It’s not that, Baby. I’d just have to kick my own ass if you’d been there before and I hadn’t seen you.”
