Birdette, Johnny Love - I Want To Impress Her Money
Johnny walked up to the table. Laid the cardboard box gently in front of her.
She’d turned. Looked him up and down. Then, for just a second, the corner of her mouth twitched. “Cute. But cute doesn’t pay the mortgage on a building like this.”
As they stepped out into the cool night air, she glanced at him sideways. “Polished pennies, Johnny Love?”
Birdette didn’t look at the Venetian. She looked at Johnny. “You have ten seconds.”
Tiny sighed. “You’re gonna get hurt.”
She smiled. A real one. Not the sharp, appraisal smile. A soft, crooked, you-idiot-you-beautiful-idiot smile.
She picked up the note. Read it. Her expression didn’t change, but something in her eyes shifted—like a vault door cracking open just a sliver.
“I know,” Johnny said.
Johnny walked up to the table. Laid the cardboard box gently in front of her.
She’d turned. Looked him up and down. Then, for just a second, the corner of her mouth twitched. “Cute. But cute doesn’t pay the mortgage on a building like this.”
As they stepped out into the cool night air, she glanced at him sideways. “Polished pennies, Johnny Love?” i want to impress her money birdette, johnny love
Birdette didn’t look at the Venetian. She looked at Johnny. “You have ten seconds.”
Tiny sighed. “You’re gonna get hurt.” Johnny walked up to the table
She smiled. A real one. Not the sharp, appraisal smile. A soft, crooked, you-idiot-you-beautiful-idiot smile.
She picked up the note. Read it. Her expression didn’t change, but something in her eyes shifted—like a vault door cracking open just a sliver. Looked him up and down
“I know,” Johnny said.