Anton smiled shyly. “No volunteers today?”
Kurt shrugged, a jingle of chains. “Nope. Slow day. Some days just are. Was thinking of seeing a movie or something. Wanna come?”
“I can’t,” Anton said.
“Sure,” Brett said, oblivious to the fact that the invitation hadn’t really been directed at him. “I’d like that.”
“O-kaaay,” Kurt said. “Great. Gimme an hour or so and meet me out front.”
“It’s a date.”
He was half a block from home when he spotted Natalie sitting on her porch, staring at the park. Kurt and Link were gone. The patio at the Greek’s was full. He was stood in his bare feet in the middle of Kensington Market on a busy shopping day, and he had absolutely nowhere to go. Nowhere he belonged.
He realized that Natalie had never put him in touch with her boss at Martian Signal.
Barefoot, there wasn’t much of anywhere he could go. But he didn’t want to be home with Mimi and he didn’t want to walk past Natalie. Barefoot, he ended up in the alleyway behind Kurt’s again, with nowhere else to go.