“Tell you what?”
My cheeks are warm with a blush. I knew this moment would come.
I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide it for much longer.
Still, telling her how I’ve made my money and how much earnings we’re talking about is not something I want to disclose.
But I need to say something, so I do.
“Are you asking me about the money?” I ask.
“Yes. The money. And also the way you look, dress, and live. Come on, now… Everything is different about you.”
I push a slice of tomato into my mouth.
“You’re right. I make more money than someone with a regular job.”
“No kidding. Thanks for clarifying that.”
She rolls her eyes.
“Okay, okay…” I say, chewing and uncapping my bottle.
I drink water before speaking again.
“It’s the money that I make with my job…”
I swallow.
She flicks her eyebrows up to encourage me to continue.
“And?”
“And it’s also a game.”
“A game? What game?”
I smile mysteriously.
“A game,” I say, looking away, the crowd becoming noisier as more people pour in.
We should probably have this conversation somewhere else.
And I should’ve thought about what I wanted to tell her.
“Are you going to tell me? Or just speak in riddles and tease me?”
I cut my eyes at her.
“There’s not much to say. The first time I met him…”
“Him?”
Her eyes don’t leave mine.
“My boss… In the beginning, when I met him, we made a bet. He said…”
I pause and look down, grinning again.