A timely escape. The passenger-side car door shuts at a perfect Vine edit moment over the start of Bruce's abrupt bark laughter.
Inside: he chugs an entire coffee while their orders are being prepared, in an impressive gambit that might do more to suggest he isn't simply human than seeing prophetic visions of doom, and then gets it refilled before they leave, styrofoam over waxy cardboard holding the keys to life. If not for the luxury sunglasses and chipper companion, the exhausted grit of his voice and the tape around one hand would lend themselves to whispers. He stuffs $65 in the tip jar.
That's too bad about the cheese, says a wordless look. With dignity, Bruce is refraining from eating his burrito until they are back in the vehicle, which has seen worse things than breakfast. It'll survive.
"Did you go to drive-in theaters much, in Kansas?"
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Inside: he chugs an entire coffee while their orders are being prepared, in an impressive gambit that might do more to suggest he isn't simply human than seeing prophetic visions of doom, and then gets it refilled before they leave, styrofoam over waxy cardboard holding the keys to life. If not for the luxury sunglasses and chipper companion, the exhausted grit of his voice and the tape around one hand would lend themselves to whispers. He stuffs $65 in the tip jar.
That's too bad about the cheese, says a wordless look. With dignity, Bruce is refraining from eating his burrito until they are back in the vehicle, which has seen worse things than breakfast. It'll survive.
"Did you go to drive-in theaters much, in Kansas?"