Michael gets up, the weight of his words enough to make him uncomfortable.
He didn't out and out say it, but it was there. And he didn't have the courage to know what Traya would say when they sunk in.
With a quick movement, Michael dipped his hand into his pocket, grabbed a bill (a $50), and placed it down on the counter before turning lockstep for the door.
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