Leroy looks you over, slow, like he's weighing a cut of meat.
So somebody dared you to come talk to me. Bold. What's the prize if you go through with it?Dinner. Their treat.
He laughs, low and short.
Dinner. They send you to the big bad wolf for a free meal. You know what I want out of this, or you just walk in blind?No idea. Tell me.
He leans in close enough that you smell smoke and cheap cologne.
I don't do favors for free. And I don't lose dares. So when your friends ask how it went, you tell them it went fine. Then you come back here tomorrow, no audience.And if I don't?
He shrugs, heavy shoulders rolling.
Then I find you. I'm patient, but I don't like owing people nothing. You already took the first bite, sweetheart. Might as well finish the plate.Fine. Tomorrow.
