The Bill

After some more coffee and less intense chit-chat, Charlie stretches and starts to stand. “I gotta get back out there. Got some hedges to do, it was great talking to you, City-boy. We should really make this a habit.” Charlie opens her wallet, peeling off two twenty’s, and dropping them on the table. “I got you. Maggie,” she turns, addressing the waitress, while pointing at Ethan. “On me!”

“You don’t have to-” Ethan reaches for his wallet.

“No, no, no.” Charlie shakes her head. “I insist.”

Ethan looks up at her, wallet in hand.