Brian smiled. A small chuckle escaped him and he stood up straight behind the register. "Believe me, I can relate. I'm more anxious around things than people." There was a can of open soda under the counter, which he took out and drank as he thought about the problem. "Flea markets. Pretty much my kryptonite. Maybe you can ease in with a coffeehouse show. It's acoustic, it's not too loud, nobody's slamming into you because they don't want to spill their coffee."
He reached into a mini fridge and offered her a can of Coke.
no subject
He reached into a mini fridge and offered her a can of Coke.