Lou Morris watched the steady stream of smoke rise from his half-spent cigar. It spiraled upward through the dark room, lingering slightly a foot or two above his head. He was lost in thought.
Maybe someday he'd have somewhere better to go than this dim, musty bar. Maybe someday he'd get a job. Or maybe a girl. Maybe someday he'd quite smoking. He stopped there. That was a lot of maybes.
But for some reason, even though the opportunity to answer his "maybes" was here, Lou hesitated. Sure, opportunity had never been so pretty, but he'd left her kind for a reason.
"Mr. Morris?" She was asking.
"I'll think about it."
She looked like she was about to protest – probably about to say there wasn't time to think. That was partly the reason he'd said what he said. But no argument came up. She just nodded and stood up. Lou didn't move.
"Here's my card." She said. "Come see me at the office if you make up your mind."
"No home address." He said, scanning the card. "What, don't trust me?"
She didn't smile; didn't laugh. Just raised an eyebrow and said "good day." At least she wasn't cheap like the usual girls. That was one point in her direction.
Yessir, opportunity hadn't looked that good in a long while. In fact, Lou had had his mind made up since her first sentence. But agreeing right away would've seemed like he needed her. And Lou Morris didn't need anyone.
Except maybe...
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