“I wasn’t talking about the restaurant,” Gianna said, though she glared murderously at serving staff as they tried to swoop in to re-fold John’s napkin. The staff backed off. Good survival instincts. “I was talking about John. Your new special friend.”
“What about John?”
“Where did you even meet him? Tinder? Grindr?”
“If you really must know, we met at a bar. He bought me a drink. Nice and old-fashioned.”
John had looked surprised when Santino had gone over to talk to him after, out of curiosity, and then had been even more disbelieving afterwards when Santino had invited him home. Good for the ego. One thing had led to another.
“Oh my God. That’s all it took?”
- Part 1 of Human Nature
“The problem,” John said, “is that he really has no concept of money.”
Beside him at the table in the diner, Marie exchanged a long look with Akram. Tall and sturdily built, with a head of tawny, curly hair, Marie Sanchez had retired years before John had, going private with some security firm, where she was presumably finally paid what she was worth. Unlike John, who was in an old shirt and jeans, and Akram, who wore a tattered jacket over slacks, Marie was fashionably dressed. Nice clothes, cute bag. Big enough to hide a pistol, of course.
“You’re the only person in the world who could possibly think that’s a problem,” Akram finally said. It had been over a decade and a half since they’d first met, a lifetime ago in Afghanistan, and the translator didn’t look like he’d aged much. Just a little more silver in his sideburns against his solemn face. “You really haven’t changed, John.”
- Part 2 of Human Nature