Maxim came next. He wore a laugh like armor and a jacket with too many pockets, each containing an old receipt or a folded note. Maxim’s face still carried the freckled earnestness of an unspent youth, but there were new lines at the eyes from late nights and sharper decisions. He waved at Eva and scanned for Connie.
Maxim came next. He wore a laugh like armor and a jacket with too many pockets, each containing an old receipt or a folded note. Maxim’s face still carried the freckled earnestness of an unspent youth, but there were new lines at the eyes from late nights and sharper decisions. He waved at Eva and scanned for Connie.