Noah climbed the barstool at his favorite bar-slash-pizza place. “A coffee, black, and a slice of pepperoni pizza.”
Tonino glared at Noah’s bloody knuckles and torn tee-shirt. “Rough night?” He slammed the cup down with such force that some of the coffee splattered on the bar’s polished surface.
“You could say that.”
When Noah said nothing else, Tonino huffed, irritated, and went into the kitchen. A minute later, he placed a plate with hot, steaming pizza in front of his best frie