Fate just sat there watching Dante as he ate. “You want another one?” he asked when he saw that his hamburger was almost gone in only three bites.
“I guess I’m hungrier than I thought.”
Fate pushed his plate over to him. “Here, eat this one.”
Dante looked up at him. “What’ll you eat?”
“Look, I eat regular, you don’t, so don’t worry about me. Besides, I can order another one for myself.”
After he ordered another hamburger, Fate sat watching Dante wondering how he was going to help him. Sure, he’d love to take him home, keep him, and even f**k the hell out of him, but he wasn’t sure this guy was the type to go for that kind of arrangement. If Dante would let him, he would like to help him get a job so he could take care of himself. The only problem was he didn’t seem to be the type that
