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In a flash, Fox threw something at the man. He cried out as he was pinned to the wall by some kind of knife lodged just under his armpit. His eyes were wide as he stared at Fox.
“The lady wants tacos. Are you going to make them?”
“We don’t have any shells.”
“You don’t—” Fox turned, pacing a few steps before swinging back to the man. “It’s like you’re not even hearing me. The lady wants some fucking tacos!”
“Alright! I can…I’ll find something!”
“That’s good,” Fox said calmly. “You’re not bleeding, are you?”
The man shook his head wildly. “No sir.”
“Good, because we don’t need extra seasoning in the meat.”
“Of course not.”
“This isn’t shawarma, okay?”
The man looked at him funny and nodded. “Right.”
“Alright, just bring me my knife.”
“I—” The man swallowed hard, looking like he was about to shit his pants. “I think I’m stuck.”
Fox tossed back his head and laughed. “Right, sorry about that.”
He walked around the corner behind the service island and yanked the knife out of the wall. “I forget my own strength sometimes. Hey, and no bad feelings about the shirt. It’s a small hole, but I’m sure the missus can fix it.”
“No…no missus.”
“Really? A good guy like you?” Fox clamped his hand on the man’s shoulder and squeezed. “That’s a shame. No one in mind?”
“There’s—there’s one girl. Charise, but I don’t think she even knows who I am.”
“Have you tried serenading her?”
“Um—”
“You gotta serenade her. When we’re done eating, let’s talk. I’m sure we can get her to come around in no time. You just have to find the right song.”
The man nodded wildly, but still looked terrified. I had a feeling I should be scared too, but I was too fascinated to register the fact that Fox was probably a borderline psychopath.
“Alright, you get started on those tacos, and we’ll be out here waiting.”
“Sure, no problem, Mr.—”
“Just call me Fox.”
The man’s eyes widened even further as if that name meant something to him. In a flash, he was gone and the doors to the back were swinging wildly in his wake. Fox walked back around to me, wrapping his arm around my neck as we headed for a table.
“What a nice guy.”
“Sure,” I nodded, taking a seat at the table.
“So, you and Eli, huh?”
“Um…”
