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Lunch

Scott sighed, sitting down at an empty table at the cafe where he'd agreed to meet his Dad.

It was a nice little place called Piggy Back. Very comfortable, with quaint little cakes in quaint little displays near the quaint little windows. It had been here for years and years. Scott could remember coming here after school with his friends during primary school, and before that he could vaguely remember coming here with his Mom, when he was still so small he couldn't see over the counter.

His back pocket buzzed and he was shaken out of his thoughts. He pulled out his phone and smiled when he saw who it was.

Oliver: holaaaa, Scotty!! sorry, haven't be..

The rest of the message was cut off, so Scott swiped his lock-screen and opened his messages. The smile on his face faded slightly as he scanned over the words on the screen.

...en in contact much. its been long week for me here. i lost my job so im trying hard to find a new one, but nobody really wants to take me?? lot of the bastardos ask for ID and... well. im living off my savings but its really not that much and none of my friends want too contribute. had to sell some stuff so now ive got like... $200. so... no more living like a príncipe and partying every night, right? ;) how about you?

Scott couldn't help but instantly feel worried for Oliver. He was trying to live off $200?! That was how much Scott spent just in water bills! How had Scott never known this?!

Scott: Are you serious?! Oliver, that's awful! You live over north side of town, right? I'm at Piggy Back at the moment. You should come here, okay? I can lend you as much as you need until you get back on your feet, okay?

Oliver: ahh muchas gracias, Scott but youre to kind for your own good. id never pay you back for it, especially if something happened and i went back to mexico.

Scott: Don't be ridiculous, Oliver. Come on, even I only give you $500, that's enough, and you don't even have to pay me back.

There was silence for a long time before Oliver replied.

Oliver: this is why i didnt want to tell you anything, Scott. thank you. very much. but i dont need your charity. enough people have gotten hurt trying to help me.

Scott frowned. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Scott was just trying to help him out. Did Oliver not want to take money from him, or something?

Oliver seemed to sense something in the silence. He wrote again.

Oliver: ah, sorry, Scott. im not in the best of moods today. i really need some stress relief, you know? doesnt matter. sorry for putting up with my mal humor - my bad mood.

Scott read his message and relaxed a little. That made sense, he guessed. He sighed, upset he couldn't do anything to help his friend.

An idea formed in his mind. This might end up disastrous, but... Vincent would understand.

Scott: I have an idea. Tonight, Vincent and I were going clubbing. Seeing as you won't let me help you out, why don't you at least let me pay for you to come with us? It's only like $15, it's the least I can do.

He sent it and then paused, adding a last minute:

Scott: Also I'll be super offended if you say no.

Oliver's reply came almost instantly.

Oliver: Jajaja! i wouldnt want to offend you, mi amor~ alright, ill come with you tonight. happy?