It wasn't that he had a crush on her, exactly, Harry reflected as he watched Uma cross the bar, expertly balancing several loaded trays and serving each customer with her long braids swinging and whipping bystanders in the face.
It was simply that he needed her the way a ship needed the ocean.
The way the sails needed the wind.
The way thieves needed to steal.
The way Ursula needed her daughter to work the night shift.
Beside him, Gil belched loudly and helped himself to Harry's tray. Harry sighed heavily.
And, it seemed, the way Gil needed to eat.