We were (Leong, Peter, Anna and I) eating at a popular Italian eatery (outdoors) and the check arrived - I swooped across the table and grabbed the check from the waiter. Peter whispers, "You can't pay for everything the entire weekend." "Why not? " I say, "It makes me happy." "There's no reason to, " he says. "I need a REASON? ? " I snort, which always makes Leong laugh. "Have you MET me? " I say, shaking my head dubiously. "I've met you, " he pronounces, "and you're a NUT. Thank you, " he says, indicating the check exasperatedly.
Peter's transfinancial: a rich man trapped in a poor man's body. He has taste but he exists on a grant and a meager stipend. We're just friends but I'm holding a bag and he's not. Besides, he needs a new laptop - badly - and shouldn't be squandering his grips on me.
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