When Gina reappeared, she was carrying an armful of bedding.
“This is in case you wind up on the floor again,” she told him. “They have some extra sleeping cots, do you want me to set one up for you here on the ground floor?”
Her tone was formal, that of a person doing a job. It felt very strange to have Gina wait on him like this. He still didn’t understand why was she working for the Blue Drake instead of dominating sprint canoe races.
“Nah, I’ll manage. You don’t have to wait on me, Gina. I’m a grown man.”
“With an injury,” she pointed out. “And the power to leave a review.”
“I’ll let you write the review, how about that?”
“The stunningly beautiful manager anticipated my every need, so I left her a five thousand dollar tip, the bare minimum of what she deserved,” she intoned.
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