“Can we go?” I mutter but his hand on my leg stops me from standing. “Please.”

The bell rings, a couple walks in with their smiling child between them, they head straight for the counter and I smile in fond memory as the boy’s father ruffles his hair. The kid bounces on his feet, points to an item in the show glass and giggles. I don’t know what his mother told him but his lips turn down in a scowl and he lets out a shrill sound that causes some people, including Brandon, to plug their fingers into their ear. I giggle, he is cute even with the pink colour...