Angel

I roll my eyes as I collect my tables bill, of course the only number I got is from a 60+ year old fat man, my type can never aford the high end prices. As I stand at the register inputting the card details I look up & see the old guy wink at me, I struggle not to throw up, 'oh God I've got to return his card'. My eyes light up as I see my roommate/co-worker, I grab his muscler forearm "hay do me a solid & take this card back to table 3" I whisper pressing the credit card against his solid chest