“You’re a fucking lost cause, kid. I am too. Hell, if I was worth a damn, you think I’d spent ever waking moment of my life making sure those empty tables and seats stay clean?”

So goes his usual spiel, though there seems to be a bit more emotion (possibly alcohol) backing tonight’s. I finish my drink and look up at him.

“Yeah? I consider myself more of a ‘hidden’ cause.”

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he smiles and looks at me.

“Waiting for someone to find you? Don’t bother, kid. You better consider hiring an archaeologist or something” He smiles again. We both laugh. His wise cracks were always able to get me through the nights.

I reach for my wallet before he motions to stop.

“On me, tonight. Just as long as you promise to buy double tomorrow”

I smile at him, and nod my head.

“I promise.”