'Pfttt!'
Currey coughed out to mask the laughter that had threatened to come out.
"Chicken-bodied person?" The man was tall, lanky and had the appropriate packed body, which was out on display underneath the apron. There was nothing pointy nor terrible behind that. He was the embodiment of almost-perfect, at least in the eyes of the high-school fan girls on the scene. Currey kept this analysis to himself, afraid to voice it out loud.
He ran his hands quickly across the keyboard and brought up the man's information on one of the many screens.
"He is madam's high school friend, and twenty-five years old. He never furthered his education. He is an entrepreneur who owns that hot dog mobile truck. He also sells wine and cheese in the evenings."
Currey summed up the information, never daring to say that he was Shelby's crush.
'I love my neck the way it is.' His thoughts made him run his hands over his neck.
