“My pleasure.” He reaches into his pocket, and I notice a moment of hesitation before he pulls out his wallet and hands me a credit card. It’s black with silver lettering on it, and it feels heavier than most credit cards. “What’s this for?” I ask, turning it over between my fingers and looking up at him curiously. “Am I s’posed to buy something you need today?” The hesitation slides from his face, replaced by another easy smile. “No, Pretty Boy, this is in case you want to go out today.
