(Tag: Wheelers and Dealers)
A job.
A damn job.
A damn job at their favorite café.
A damn job at their favorite café serving their damn friends.
A damn job at their favorite café serving their damn friends because of the damn war.
Because he's not there.
Because he's here when she needs him there.
He tosses the contents of his wallet in the middle of the table and adds his ring to the pot, ignoring the concern in his friends' eyes, as his train of thought sets off on another round.
A job.
