"Man, why you gotta call me out like that?" Eliot said as he walked into the diner. (What? That burger yesterday was good!) "You know I'm good for --"

He stopped dead when he saw the black kid from the house was there (jesus, did this guy have to be everywhere?) and pondered running. Just -- bolting right back out through the door. Kind of feeling chivalrous towards dudes at a paintball game wasn't a big deal, they were his team. This guy. . . .

He hated this guy's stupid face.

"The hell are you doing here?"