Page 17 of My Small Town Silver Fox Billionaire

“The best way of doing things,” I reason.

“For real, though. I swear, if I even gave half a darn about the people who came in and got offended by what they do or say, I’d be a crying mess almost every other day.”

I chuckle, understanding that. “You conceal it for your own good.”

“Yeah, and well, I don’t worry about that job. I focus on the bigger goals. It’s really just a temporary thing.”

“I see. Well, I hope you hit your future goals.” I don’t ask anything further at this point. She will open up about those goals in timeifthings work out.

She nods, and her eyes look down. “I sure hope so.”

It’s for a brief second, but I see the frown. I want to ask her what‘s the matter, and what she’s frowning about. However, I stop myself. The last thing I need is to get too attached to her or something.

“Anyway, this is quite the place.”

“Sure is.”

“Do you come here often?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Oh good! I thought this was like a regular for you! Then I’d have to ask how you can afford this place.”

I pause, wondering if she has figured it out yet.

“You don’t know then, do you?”

She blinks and slowly shakes her head. I’m surprised she didn’t put it together when she heard my name.

“No, I don’t and I don’t even know what you’re talking about, Robert. ”

I ponder on telling her. Maybe she’ll be less weird about it than others I have told. And hopefully, she doesn’t ask me for handouts. OK, here goes: “I’m a billionaire.”

Sara’s jaw drops, and her eyes widen. She doesn’t say a word.

“Oh. That kind of makes sense why we’re here now. And why you drive the newest Tesla model.”

“I have a few cars that do the job.”

“I see. Well, this is certainly a development. Then again, I should’ve figured it out when I saw the Armani on you as well.”

My hand reaches for my tie that’s slightly askew. Sara’s eyes look at it as I turn it around.

“Yes, I suppose that gives it away.”

“And the, like, four platinum credit cards.”

“Five, actually.”

“Geez,” she exclaims.

“It’s not a big deal. It’s just a part of me and—”

The server stops in front of us, bringing out the lobsters. He hands them to us, along with the tools to open them and the dressings.

“There you are. If you need anything, feel free to reach out.”

He disappears into the crowd, and I sit there, looking at the lobster. Sara does the same, and then we look at each other.

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