Chapter 22: Interrupted by fans

Someone else shows up. Actually, two other people.

“Are you Brandon Weiss?” One of them asks. He looks about thirty, and has the look of a man who thinks that working hard means not showering much. The other one has the look of someone who does everything that can be done to prepare for writing, so much so that he never gets any actual writing done.

I don’t look at them any more than just a cursory glance. Maybe they’ll just ask for autographs and then go away. I’d be happy to give them. So long as they go away. “Yes, I am,” I say. “What can I do for you?”

For some reason, they seem to think that was an invitation to join us. There are only two chairs at the table, but they have no problem finding other chairs and pulling them up.

I give Kylie a pleading look. She shrugs at me. She’s as helpless as I am in this.

“My name is Dave,” says the man who is all preparation, no action. “And this is Steve.” They sit down. “We were actually just talking about the Phoenix.”