a gulp of soda to ask the question.
“no, not an officer. you could call me a social worker of sorts. as for buying your dinner? i bought your attention, just as you said. so, tell me, are you happy?” martin felt the stranger’s eyes on him as he asked his question.
“what does that even mean? that’s kind of a broad question. what, like right now? yeah, i guess. i mean, i like steak.” there was a clinking sound as martin moved his cup of ice over to the edge of table, hoping to catch the waitress’ attention for a refill the next time she walked by.
“it was meant to be. 