Coltrane seemed to trail off, distracted by someone in the distance. Rob continued to follow his gaze, his brow raised in curiosity. By then, their conversation had been cut short. As the boy approached them, he politely asked for coach Coltrane. Strange, he likely didn’t recognize him.
"Why do you ask? Why do you need him little boy?” The coach replied. And Rob couldn’t hold back a snicker. He placed the can he’d been holding on the table, leaning forward.
“Why are you interrogating this poor kid?” he asked, before turning to the boy. “That would be the man next to me,” he pointed to Coltrane. “No need to be so polite! Come on, sit down. What do you need? I hope everything is, how do you say it, bussin’! Or is something sus?” He hoped his… “Communication skills” would help the kid feel more at ease.
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