Billie Bob Jones
"Would you like some ice?" I said over my shoulder as I looked back to Benedito who sat down by one of the island chairs scrolling through his phone with pursed lips. He seemed to have not heard a word I was saying as he typed. "Dito?"
"Yes," he quickly looked up to meet my eyes.
"Would you like ice with your drink?" I chuckled.
He thought for a moment before answering, "Yes."
"Alright," I turned back to the fridge and opened the freezer. I put a few ice cubes in a glass and poured the iced tea Delilah always made then handed it over to him.
We had been discussing plans and different ways to improve the security of the ranch for the past two hours. The sun had long set by then and hunger had set in. I had not had any dinner and I was famished.
"Are you hungry?" I asked the man in front of me who was staring at his phone once again.
"I had dinner before I came," he looked up to me then tilted his head, "are you hungry?"
