Later, when Mason and I were shopping, we bumped into him again.
I was arm-in-arm with Mason when I saw a man and a woman tugging at each other at the entrance of a bar in the distance.
The woman was middle-aged, covered in jewels and designer clothes, obviously a wealthy woman. And the man was Benjamin. He was pestering the rich woman, who impatiently pushed him away and took out a wad of money from her handbag and threw it on the ground. "Consider this a gift from me. Don't bother me again! You're just a dancing gigolo, did you really think I was serious about you? It was just for fun." The rich woman said as she got into a luxury car and sped off.
Benjamin squatted on the ground shamelessly, picking up the scattered money, and spat in the direction of the rich woman who had left.
