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Tia May sat on the seat opposite Steel. He sat back and grinned, remembering the look on poor Grant’s face.
“Well Mr Black,” Steel raised an eyebrow over his sunglasses. “I think we are passed that, don’t you Tia?” She smiled back.
“Well Antony….” Steel’s eyes darted from Tia to the waitress who was approaching. “Sorry I am I boring you?” Tia’s words rang with a bitter snap, but her tone was like an angel’s song.
“So, what can I get for you?” The waitress’s gaze never left Steel.
“I’ll have a coffee, black, no sugar thanks.” Steel said with a flirtatious tone.
“And I’ll have a Rum and Coke,” Tia said loudly as the waitress went to leave, as though Tia wasn’t there.
“Certainly,” the waitresses gaze transfixed on Steel. Steel grinned as Tia growled her words.
“So, Antony, y
