She seems to be weighing her options. She pulls her shoulders back and lifts her chin. “I don’t know how else to say it, but I have to ask. Do you drink and have you ever hit a woman?”
Brett jerks back as if she slapped him. His face is covered in horror. “Fuck no. I’d never raise my hand to a woman, and I’d never let it happen around me either. I promise if you come work for me, you won’t have to worry about that. And yea, I drink, but not very often. And I don’t get drunk.”
Eddie walks up beside me and hands me the burger in a to-go box and milkshake in a Styrofoam cup. I hand them both to Heather. “Here you go, honey. Have Brett bring you to come see me the next time he’s in town.”
She looks at the food in her hands and back to me. “How’d you know I’d need it to go?”
I look between her and Brett and try to hide my knowing smirk. I seem to have a knack for these things. “I wasn’t positive, but I was pretty sure.”
Brett rolls his eyes at me. “All right, you ready... I don’t even know your name.”
She looks up at him. “My name is Emma... Uh, I mean Heather.”
Brett looks confused but nods his head. “All right, let’s go grab your stuff. See you, Violet.”
“Thanks, Violet,” Heather says. Or Emma. I’m sure there’s a story there.