Abe wiped his mouth with the napkin, tossed it on the table, and pulled out his wallet, placing thirty dollars on the table. He grabbed his jacket and backpack and headed out of Cafe Tony’s, the mom-and-pop restaurant near his home. Stepping out in the cold weather and rubbing his hands together to stay warm, Abe took his cigarettes and lighter out. The last time he smoked was six months prior when his mom complained about him constantly smelling like smoke. He promised he would stop, but the extra stress of keeping up his career was getting to him as more and more reporters caught the big fish interviews.
As he walked down the street, a car drove alongside him. He sped up his steps, now regretting the protection. The window came down, and a deep voice called out toward him.
“Get in,” Ag
