Look

You worked at a club and there were always those regulars you’d recognize but none were like Sebastian. He had no shame to say the least.

Tonight he tapped your shoulder and spoke low and rough. “Let me see something.” He pulled out a couple hundred dollar bills and held them between his index and middle finger. “I mean look at all this cash.”

He was just behind you with his finger tracing the symbol on the back of your shirt and holding the cash with the other hand.