Steve watched as Milton’s gaze swept the inside of the limo. The guy sat like a statue, Steve guessing he was too afraid to touch anything.
“Would you like a drink?” Steve asked, gesturing to the mini-fridge. He’d checked it out on the ride over; it had a pretty good selection of water—both still and sparkling—as well as a number of sodas and fruit juices.
“Huh?”
“Would you like something to drink before we get to the dance?”
“Oh, yes, thanks.”
Steve told Milton what there was.
“Um, sparkling water is fine.”
Steve reached into the cabinet and withdrew a couple of crystal glasses. Opening the mini-fridge, he got out the ice and the fizzy water.
“Wow, a fridge inside a car, it’s just like in the movies,” Milton said quietly.
“This is the life, huh?” Steve said, looking at Milton
