“If they don’t, I brought some.” Maverick digs around his black coat and pulls out a glass jar. I stare at the jar then up at him. “Where did you get those? Do you carry olives in your pocket?” “I popped into the bodega on our way here and grabbed some.” “Why would you do that?” “Because I remembered you said you like martinis. Can’t make a good drink without a garnish.”
Are you joking???
