Page 8 of Run, Little Bunny

He wags the bunny head back and forth in an exaggerated manner. “I’m a foodie.”

I roll my eyes. “Aren’t we all? That’s barely a hint.”

“Why are you so curious about who I am?”

“I’m trying to rule out that you’re not a serial killer.”

He laughs heartily.Definitely Chad, I think.Chad Braun. I’m not mad about it. He’s fun. I love when he comes into the restaurant. Checking out his arms … I’m pretty confident it’s Chad.

“Do you have any other little bunnies?” I ask, wanting to solve this mystery.

The bunny mask tilts again. “Rabbits? No.”

Witty.I laugh way too much at him saying he doesn’t have kids and take a sip of my drink. “I mean ... are you single?”

“Too single.”

“Too single?” I repeat, raising an eyebrow.

“What about you?”

“Same. Too single. So, why are you in this mask?”

“I lost my fantasy league.”

“I think you're having too much fun with the punishment.”

“Maybe.”

It’s so weird not seeing his face, relying on tone alone to gauge his reactions.

“Aaron,” I call out. “Should I be scared of this guy?”

Aaron looks up from behind the bar. “No.”

Because this is all so ridiculous, I blurt out, “Should I go home with the bunny?”

There is a choking sound behind the bunny mask, and Aaron’s eyes dart between the bunny and me. “That’s really a personal decision.”

I groan.Aaron is way too much of a gentleman.

“Why are you trying to make me nervous?” the voice behind the mask asks.

“Nervous?”

“You’re thinking about taking me home.”

“No, I’m not!” I protest, though my face feels warm.

“Then why’d you ask?”

I shrug, taking another sip.What if this isn’t Chad?

“Is this bunny bothering you?” Nicholas’s voice interrupts, and I turn to see him smirking, standing with another guy in his mid- to late-thirties.

“No, he’s nice.”

Nicholas and the bunny fist bump. Then the other guy claps the bunny on the shoulder before they head to a high-top table.Another clue.The bunny is probably in his thirties. Chad is also in his thirties.

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