“You still like it Halle
Berry
“You remembered. I’m touched. Your face, what the hell?”
“How many times I buy you coffee when we worked together?”
Aesop shifted back, under and out of the glare of the blue neon in the window
behind him.
“Ah, I always figured you just liked getting out of the
building, going for a walk.”
“Maybe so. Maybe I figured I owed you.”
“You don’t owe me, Ace. We’re even. We’ve always been even.”
“We’ll
see,” Aesop blowing into his cup before taking a sip. 
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