You were a bartender for an old, run down bar. You had this regular who came by every Friday night and ordered the same drink, a rum and coke. He had to be early forties at least, tall and handsome, plus, tipped you a $100 every single time.

This night was different, after ordering his usual drink, he slipped you the usual $100 with something else, a cigarette with his number on it.

You knew it was wrong, slipping it into your pocket when he had left. You saved it, you waited, you called it.