Crawford didn't mind being around Donavin, he rather enjoyed it at times. But only when it was just them. But it had always been like that. Crawford was never one for many friends, in the first place. He grew to crave a large amount of friends, he wanted the attention a dozen friends could give him. But when Donavin was around, it remained just them. Crawford couldn't stand having others around then.
The Sands of Time was little more than a "catch-all" hang out of the college kids. They had a little of everything: coffee, books, magazines, music, tables, even a smallest semblance of a dance floor. But with the Serpent's Pit just downtown, anyone who'd use the dance floor didn't bother with The Sands'.
The ancient punch clock gave a loud thud as Crawford stamped his card. Why don't the just get a damn computer, like everyone else, he thought. Tossing his patched coat on a chair behind the counter, he spotted Donavin at one of the tables. The red-haired boy sat as he usually did, scrunch