there are several boxes of take-out, all from a local diner, spread out across the top of a picnic table. most have only a few bites taken out of them, with almost the entire dish still left. but loki’s picking at all of them, not sticking to just one and eating it full through. there’s a moment of discomfort when they can feel someone’s gaze on them, and they turn to stare back. “what?” loki asks, peering up at the other over the top of their sunglasses, “do you think if you stare long enough, i’ll share some with you? because i won’t. i’ll need a bit more incentive than staring.”
‘‘i wasn’t trying to stare..’’ melinda managed to say while her golden retriever puppy looked up at her feeling her anxiety. she held the leash close to her as she thought of the next words to come out of her mouth. she didn’t know this guy but she felt something not very friendly about him. ‘’i just wanted to sit..’ she bit down on her lip as she waited to hear his reply.
