“It all there?” He lifted his chin, pointing at the tented magazine on the table.

“Of course.” I snorted.

He smirked and slid the envelope from under the magazine into his jacket. “Alright then.”

He started to scoot his bulk out of the booth and I panicked realizing I had forgotten something. “Wait- "

“We’re done here, Lady.”

“No. I want something, uh... additional.”

"Not my concern now.”

“I’ll pay.”

He frowned but remained standing at the end of the table.

“See, He- he’s got this great smile. Brilliant teeth. I want those to go first. Before everything else.”

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The above is my submission to this week's Flash Fiction Challenge at Chuck Wendig's terribleminds blog: Write a story in 100 words.

I think I managed to do it in 99. I reworked something I wrote a few years ago.