"Just a lot on my mind, dude."

"Anything you wanna talk about?" He asked as he wiped a bit of cheese from his face.

"Not really, man. I'm just stressing about all this school shit. Moving. Scholarships. Transferring to that store." I stabbed at my food with the fork, thinking I was getting pretty good at deflecting. Not that I actually wasn't worried about those things, but it seemed to be working well for distracting people from what I was really thinking.

"Wondering if you are going to be working with a bunch of hipster trash over in Austin. I get that." He smirked.

"Yeah, there is that," I chuckled....