Dante smiled as he looked around. “Remember this place?”
“The Pot Luck Diner?” Fate said, his eyes sliding around. “Sure, I remember. I also remember the homeless dude, and the stupid ass that sat opposite you in the booth.”
“Yeah, I remember them too, but you were far from stupid, Fate. You were kind. I could tell by your eyes. They were blue, and they smoldered when they looked at me. In fact, they still smolder. They’re smoldering right now.”
Fate pulled his eyes away quickly. “You sure have a way with words. Is that one of them hidden talents you say you have?”
“Fate…can’t we get this settled tonight? I didn’t ask you to meet me here so we could keep an argument going that means nothing. It’s senseless. Hell, man, we all have to follow our destiny. That’s all I’m doing.”
“Yeah? We
