“You look like the Grim Reaper in that outfit, Horatio,” Dino said instead of hello. A cheeky grin was plastered on his face.
“Since you have questionable fashion sense, I’m not taking any advice from you,” Horatio countered in annoyance. He was getting tired of being told that black was not his color.
“Hello, by the way. What brings you to town?”
“Just checking up on my brother,” Dino replied as he slid into the booth across from his twin brother his Hawaiian shirt was in sharp contrast to the red leather of the booth seat.
“Sure you are,” Dino countered not bothering to hide his concern for Horatio. He knew his brother was still grieving for his wife hence the dark colored clothing.
“Who called?” Horatio asked getting down to brass tacks.
“I love her, but she’s a pain in my ass sometimes,” Horatio grumbled before finishing off his coffee grimacing at the cold, bitter taste.
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