My mojo
"If you don’t mind."
"Sure," Bisila shrugged. "Sorry, Daglous. Looks like the old guy won."
The man in the hat extended his arm, and they walked out together. “You’ve got a sharp tongue, don’t you, Ms. Bisila?” he said as they strolled down the street.
“Sharp enough to know when someone’s trying to pull one over on me,” she replied. “So, who are you really?”
“Oh, I think you know. Or at least you figured it out in Donnie’s,” he said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
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