“Well, my dear classmates,” Gideon began, spreading his arms dramatically, “since I promised to treat you all, I can’t possibly let Mr. Cole pay for everything, right?”
He smirked, then clapped his hands. “You know what? Tonight’s meal will be split fifty-fifty between Mr. Cole and me.”
He turned toward me, eyes glittering with mockery. “Sounds good, Mr. Cole? Just say the word and we’ll get a premier room for everyone.”
His performance amused me. It was like watching a clown put on his biggest show.
I didn’t reply immediately — mostly because I wanted to see how far he’d take it.
“Oh, not answering?” Gideon snapped, smirk widening. “Then shut your mouth and f**k off. You’re a complete embarrassment.”
Very well then, I thought, since you like to act, I’ll play along.
“It’s settled t
