“You’re right. I don’t. Hotel Amor, 1227.” She stood from the stool and headed for the door. I admired her from behind before yelling out to her. “Yo, you haven’t paid your tab. Here or for the tire.” “Handle it for me and I’ll give you the money when I see you tonight at nine!” She hollered over her shoulder before the sunlight rushed into the establishment.
Boss Sh!t
