They reconvened in the employee break room in the back of the store just past the outdoor area.
"Who's the girl?" Marty asked immediately. "Its not Bridgette again, is it?"
Ricky sighed, shutting the door before leaning against it. "No," he said quietly. "She's a Lowkey."
Marty whistled lowly. "Well, you're gonna need a riding Gator for that backyard."
"I know, I know," he said. He raked his hands through his hair. "But there's something about her, man."
"Ah," he said. They were quiet for a bit before Marty continued, "What're you gonna do?"
He thought for a moment, before saying, "I'm gonna build that deck."
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