IZABEL
Somehow we managed to make it through dinner without anything major happening. Jeremy
seemed to lose track of the number of drinks we downed. He looked like a wide-eyed
owl when he saw the bill Buddy laid next to his arm: $337.26 without tip. I think
that was probably as much as a whole month’s rent for him. I could see sweat bead
on his forehead as he reached into his pocket for a credit card. Just before he placed
it inside the black sleeve, Buddy scooped up the bill.
“Sorry. My mistake. It’s on the house.”
“What?!” all three of us said in unison.
“Your parents used to come here all the time. The manager was a big fan of your dad
and said to tell you it’s the least he could do. He had to leave about an hour ago,
or he would’ve told you himself.”
“Wha-what about the tip
