When I finished my work, he spoke up like it was second nature. "Why are you diving back into client work again? Your body can't keep up with this pace."
I set down my spoon, a dry laugh bubbling up in my chest. "Not everyone has it as easy as you, you don't have to lose sleep over putting food on the table."
He hung his head, already jumping to apologize. "I'm sorry, I just worry about your health."
I glanced around the restaurant.
New York City was full of young people just like me. If you want to make it on your own two feet, you have to grind, no two ways about it.
"Harris, look around you. Most people are fighting tooth and nail just to stay afloat, and you had the luxury to waste ten years of your life on a stupid bet."
He dropped his gaze to his lap, unreadable, no one knowin
