“A lady who knows what she likes. I like that! But hey lass, let me give you a number. You’re a pro; you can do this without my help...not that I mind helping.”
“I’ll take the number but I’d rather just have you place the wager and hold the money one last time. I, uh, had a little problem with a...guy...before that got his accounts mixed up and thought I hadn’t paid him. ‘Don’t want that to happen here. I don’t need any leg breakers coming calling.” She gave him a tight lipped smile.
“Got ya Dana Delaney. I’ll take care of you.” He took a seat at the bar and scribbled out a number on a scrap of paper while she munched on her burger.
“Didn’t I say that stuff will kill you? The food here is notoriously wanting in quality.”
“Oh, I just thought you were talking about all of the grease...”
