missing his place in the conversation.
“You must get a lot of tickets,” I said, jogging a bit to catch up to him. I was a full head taller than him with long legs, yet I had to hurry to keep pace with him.
“Kidding me? I used to defend dirty cops before I moved on to supers,” he joked.
“You almost wrecked a two point five million dollar Bugatti.”
“Nah, it really wasn’t that close,” he smiled and turned to the hostess. “Two for brunch,” and he returned to his phone conversation.
The hostess sat us, and finally Sandy closed his clamshell phone.
“Best thing here’s the omelet. Doesn’t matter what you put in it, it’s fantastic.”
Sandy put aside his menu, and his phone rang. He monitored the call but put it on vibrate atop his napkin, as our waitress arrived.
“What can I get you gentlemen?”
Our waitress was young, in her mid-twenties, and pretty enough that you could tell she had ambitions as a model or actress. Her black hair was long and straight, styled to the side and pulled back into a tail. She scanned me and I could tell instantly that she was interested.
We ordered and she strolled off.
“What is it with you supers,” Sandy snapped, exasperated. “Women go fucking nuts for you guys. It’s ridiculous.”
“One of the perks.”
“Yeah, right,” he spat. “I have another client. I can’t say the name, but he had some chick was camping his place, following him around. And she was sexy, man. Total biscuit. I mean, she was crazy as fuck, you know? But hot enough to be on the cover of anything.”
“I’ve never had problem with women, Sandy. Just with people,” I said, then added, “Besides, I haven’t found one worth the effort.”
“You kidding, right? Me, I don’t discriminate. Shit, chicks are all I think about,” he laughed. “But I’m telling you, I should leave the whole stinking legal business and become your pimp. Maybe get a stable of supers.”
I sipped my water and leaned back in the chair.
“You’re not even like...good looking. Shit, I’m handsomer than you. If only I was six feet five, or whatever you are, and had that chin dimple and your hair…Hell, I could have gone places.”
“Last I checked, you’re the one driving the Benz and the sexy blonde wife, and I’m the one who’s going to have charges re-filed on him,” I said scratching my chin stubble.
He chuckled and chugged his water.
“Don’t worry about that,” Sandy beamed. “Atmosphero’s word doesn’t hold any more water in court than anyone else’s. Fuck that guy.”
I toasted with him with the water glass, as the waitress came back with coffee for me, and a strawberry – banana frappe for him.
“What’s your name, by the way?” I asked the waitress, who had neglected to introduce herself.
“I’m Valeria,” she said, surprised at first, pleased soon after.
“You Hispanic?”
“Yes,” she said. “My grandfather’s from Costa Rica.”
“I went to Costa Rica once,” Sandy said, trying in vain to get her attention.
“I’m Dale,” I said, extending my hand for her to shake it. She was holding her order book with her right and fumbled it a bit swapping hands with it, dropping her pen on the table. Valeria picked it up and finally shook my hand back.
“San Jose, and all around,” Sandy continued. “It’s a lovely country. Great beaches.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said. “Your orders will be out shortly.”
She walked off.
“Ha! I’m telling you, we’re in the wrong line of business.”
“She’s a nice girl. Try to be cool, Sandy.”
“I am. I’m cool. It’s just, she...” he flashed a glance at her. “That girl wants to have your babies right here, on this table, with me watching. Man, I’d give my left nut sack for powers. I wouldn’t want to be strong, or fly or anything like that. Like ‘he can count money fast’ or ‘I can make people giggle’. That would be so sweet.”
I laughed and drank my coffee, looking around
“You must get a lot of tickets,” I said, jogging a bit to catch up to him. I was a full head taller than him with long legs, yet I had to hurry to keep pace with him.
“Kidding me? I used to defend dirty cops before I moved on to supers,” he joked.
“You almost wrecked a two point five million dollar Bugatti.”
“Nah, it really wasn’t that close,” he smiled and turned to the hostess. “Two for brunch,” and he returned to his phone conversation.
The hostess sat us, and finally Sandy closed his clamshell phone.
“Best thing here’s the omelet. Doesn’t matter what you put in it, it’s fantastic.”
Sandy put aside his menu, and his phone rang. He monitored the call but put it on vibrate atop his napkin, as our waitress arrived.
“What can I get you gentlemen?”
Our waitress was young, in her mid-twenties, and pretty enough that you could tell she had ambitions as a model or actress. Her black hair was long and straight, styled to the side and pulled back into a tail. She scanned me and I could tell instantly that she was interested.
We ordered and she strolled off.
“What is it with you supers,” Sandy snapped, exasperated. “Women go fucking nuts for you guys. It’s ridiculous.”
“One of the perks.”
“Yeah, right,” he spat. “I have another client. I can’t say the name, but he had some chick was camping his place, following him around. And she was sexy, man. Total biscuit. I mean, she was crazy as fuck, you know? But hot enough to be on the cover of anything.”
“I’ve never had problem with women, Sandy. Just with people,” I said, then added, “Besides, I haven’t found one worth the effort.”
“You kidding, right? Me, I don’t discriminate. Shit, chicks are all I think about,” he laughed. “But I’m telling you, I should leave the whole stinking legal business and become your pimp. Maybe get a stable of supers.”
I sipped my water and leaned back in the chair.
“You’re not even like...good looking. Shit, I’m handsomer than you. If only I was six feet five, or whatever you are, and had that chin dimple and your hair…Hell, I could have gone places.”
“Last I checked, you’re the one driving the Benz and the sexy blonde wife, and I’m the one who’s going to have charges re-filed on him,” I said scratching my chin stubble.
He chuckled and chugged his water.
“Don’t worry about that,” Sandy beamed. “Atmosphero’s word doesn’t hold any more water in court than anyone else’s. Fuck that guy.”
I toasted with him with the water glass, as the waitress came back with coffee for me, and a strawberry – banana frappe for him.
“What’s your name, by the way?” I asked the waitress, who had neglected to introduce herself.
“I’m Valeria,” she said, surprised at first, pleased soon after.
“You Hispanic?”
“Yes,” she said. “My grandfather’s from Costa Rica.”
“I went to Costa Rica once,” Sandy said, trying in vain to get her attention.
“I’m Dale,” I said, extending my hand for her to shake it. She was holding her order book with her right and fumbled it a bit swapping hands with it, dropping her pen on the table. Valeria picked it up and finally shook my hand back.
“San Jose, and all around,” Sandy continued. “It’s a lovely country. Great beaches.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said. “Your orders will be out shortly.”
She walked off.
“Ha! I’m telling you, we’re in the wrong line of business.”
“She’s a nice girl. Try to be cool, Sandy.”
“I am. I’m cool. It’s just, she...” he flashed a glance at her. “That girl wants to have your babies right here, on this table, with me watching. Man, I’d give my left nut sack for powers. I wouldn’t want to be strong, or fly or anything like that. Like ‘he can count money fast’ or ‘I can make people giggle’. That would be so sweet.”
I laughed and drank my coffee, looking around
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