One thing Leto forgot to ask Samuel was exactly how rich was he. Well, it wasn’t like he was interested in knowing. Even after sleeping with him, he couldn’t be bothered to ask.
And truth be told, Leto was more concerned with the man’s vision than how much the man earns as a fortune teller. He doesn’t think Samuel’s attraction would last anyway. What they have was just a small fling. Leto didn’t plan on taking advantage of the situation just because Samuel was filthy rich.
But then again, he couldn’t help but wonder. Well, if he’d asked you to a grand international buffet for breakfast, you’d wonder too if the man treating you to the meal shits money.
As an honest and diligent police officer, Leto wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. His salary also wasn’t that great, especially if you’re from the Philippines. But they did have other benefits at least. He was fine with it.
That’s why he had zero idea on the spending habits of people like Samuel. He thought it was just a waste of money.
“Bro, are you serious? We’re getting breakfast here?” He asked as he trailed behind Samuel. They were looking at the available dishes on display.
“Does this seem like a joke?” Samuel answered, picking crab sticks from one of the platters.
“Well, ugh… there’s too many to choose from. It’s killing me.”
“Then just pick out a few.”
“How much are you paying for this anyway?”
“Better if you didn’t know.”
“I wouldn’t be able to stand still if I didn’t. And anyway, I’d be completely fine with just coffee and pandesal*.”
“Then go look for one. There’s coffee there too, unlimited refills.”
“Whoa, sounds great.”
Samuel couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re really not used to this, are you?”
“Yeah, but thanks anyway. At least I got to experience it once.”
“If you continue to act cute with me, I’m sure we could arrange something.”
“Hah,” Leto sarcastically scoffed. As if. “We’ll see.”
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