_{———IT’S A KIND OF RESPONSE THAT MAKES THE MAN SMILE. he doesn’t laugh, not with the sort of expression his new acquaintance has given him, not with the look in his dark brown eyes. he considers it for a moment, what that gaze might mean. was it one he’d seen before in another setting?}

     _{❝ you mistake me, sir. ❞
he begins, finishing his late night coffee that lingered at the back of his mug. he disliked american food, tastes more in line with the kind of cuisine that did not find itself in small diners on the border with mexico. as far from religious as he was, he managed to keep kosher at the very least. not the hardest accomplishment when you never ate meat.}

❝ i sense i can do you a favor ; more than a meal, at the very least. ❞

_{@coinkill cont}