Maddie’s hand is making a cutting motion, and I’m guessing she’s trying to subtly gesture for the kid to stop speaking. But either he doesn’t pick up on it, or he doesn’t care, because he snaps his fingers. “Is this him?” “Him who?” I ask, letting my stance relax. I tip my head towards Maddie, “She’s been talking about me?” “If you’re the guy-” “Griff!” Maddie practically shouts his name, cutting him off. Instead of looking chastised, he just grins. “Yeah, you’re the guy.”
