"Not bad, you really did get handsomer," Fatty said with a lewd grin. "Leem told me you managed to nail that toughest housewife of his, the one from a good family. Impressive, impressive."
"Master, you guys talk about this stuff too?" Luis's eyes widened.
"What's the big deal? Leem's also a client here. We make money off each other. We've had drinks a few times, every time, he hooks me up with some crazy good-value girls."
Fatty chuckled. "Leem said the one you had yesterday was super difficult and dramatic. No service, complaining about this and that, refusing to do anything. She pissed him off so bad."
"Then he sent her your photo, and she finally agreed to come out."
"Damn, kid. You're looking pretty fine now. Got a bit of my style back in the day."
As they chatted, Luis test-drove the car. When it came time to pay, he smiled and said, "You're living the good life, Master. I bet your wife's not too busy these days either, huh?"
