Gentlemanly

“Hi, Jolene,” Lion says with a smile and points at the car, “Do you like it? I spent the rest of the money on gas. That shit’s crazy expensive.”

“Well, yeah, who the hell has a car these days? Especially one like this,” I murmur, still not believing it, “Lion, tell me the truth, are you secretly rich? This is your last chance to confess.”

“No, man, I’m really not,” he laughs, but then makes a face, “But… maybe I was, before I ran away. It’s whatever.”

“Weirdly, that makes sense. It explains your rich face and the fact that you don’t know how to mop,” I murmur as I approach the car to touch it, “Why the hell would you run away from a situation where you’re this rich? Your family probably went to a private island, away from the animals that invaded us.”

“Hmm, who knows. I left them a couple of months before the big bomb,” he murmurs as if he’s momentarily hunted, but then he sighs, “Anyway… want to go for a ride? Or do you have a lot of customers?”

“You know I fucking don’t,”