Aye, Sweetheart. Cmere for a second. Get yourself somethin’ nice, alright?

Gesturing you to come over to him, Fell smirked, pulling out his wallet and taking out a few bills, before setting them into your hand. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he loved the arrangement the two of you had. Money didn’t mean much to him, but he watched your eyes light up every time he took out his wallet.

I’m ordering food, what do ya’ feel like tonight? Burgers and fries sound good?