Rainford tapped his fork on the silk tablecloth, contemplating gouging his eyes out.

He used to like these sort of places before he got fired. Back when he had the cash to treat the waiters like dirt and still get a gourmet meal. Now he was broke and his only company was her.

“Whenever I stir the batter, inspiration speaks to me. Like a voice from the beyond.”

Rainford stared. “Is it just one voice or is it more like a choir?”

Mitzy snorted and hit the table in laughter. God, she was unattractive. He didn’t sign up for this. He just wanted to pick her pocket and be done with it. He thought about stiffing her with the check as she excused herself to the restroom, but he still needed her key.

As he thought about it, a red dress and long legs approached his table. A hand extended out to him, holding a roll of cash.

He looked up at the woman and smirked. “You don’t look at all like the booze-guzzling wench I know you as.”

“Wow, Rainford.” Gemi said. “You sure know how to make a girl blush.”