"I'm glad I didn't place a bet with you."
From Create Your Own Story
"Not too late," the gray haired delivery man says with a slight smile.
You laugh. "Right."
He pauses, holding his cue. "How about this: if I win, you owe me a favor."
"What kind of favor?" you ask.
He shrugs, a wicked smile on his face. "Any kind of favor."
The Italian smirks behind him, and you feel your face heat up.
"And if I win?" you ask. Not that it seems remotely possible.
The older man smiles. "Then I owe you a favor."
You say...
