When Avi breathed a sigh of relief, Mitch unclenched at last. God, he couldn’t continue the pity party, could he? Not when a minor misstep obviously threatened to be the undoing of this poor man. “Are you still upset with yourself?” he asked.
“Yes!” Avi threw his arms up, drawing the attention of the staff behind the register; he shrunk back upon realization of the scene that he inadvertently made. Mitch barked out a laugh, then suppressed his outward amusement upon sensing the outright mortification which Avi radiated. Thankfully they had the entire place to themselves, which was a small mercy for his dignity.