So here I am.
Alone.
Enjoying my drink.
Ignoring my Wolf.
At least I was.
Until the couple behind me sat down.
Normally, I mind my own business.
Really.
I do.
But the woman has apparently reached the end of her patience.
“You seriously opened the evening with your crypto portfolio?”she asks.
I nearly choke on my beer.
The guy chuckles nervously.
“Women like ambition.”
“Actually, women like personality.”
I hide my grin.
Oh, she's got claws.
Interesting.
The guy tries again.
“I drive a Tesla.”
“Congratulations?”
“And I own three investment properties.”
“Do any of them have a sense of humor?”
My shoulders shake.
Poor bastard.
He's dying back there.
And somehow still doesn't know it.
I take another sip.
And I try to ignore the rest of their conversation.
I even recite multiplication tables.
