We found a nearby café next to the hospital. There were not many guests there. The waitress in the pink apron was standing next to Damian with the menu, and I could see her swaying her hips, brushing against him. Damian, on the other side, seemed to enjoy it. He didn't turn down an offer from a strange woman. As the woman served us coffee, she kept glancing at the Rolex watch Damian was wearing.
How can a woman not like a man who is rich and young? And from women who flirt so effortlessly, how can a man not be tempted? Money lets a man do what he wants, but a woman has to remain faithful to her marriage. How ridiculous that sounds.
"Damian." I hoped my voice would get him out of his fantasy with the waitress. "I think I have something to say."
"Okay, I'm listening." Damian leaned back and looked at me calmly.
