He didn’t have a lot of money and dinner was usually a quick stop at McDonald’s or Chick-fil-A. It was just so much easier than trying to cook. But it had strained his finances recently and he had made up his mind to eat at home more. One day, he wanted a wife and he would be expected to save and provide for her. The waiter came by and offered him a water, something called Vos, and he said he would like two bottles. The waiter looked him up and down and leaned in close. “Sir, it’s twenty dollars a bottle.” “Oh,” he said, blushing slightly. “Do you have just tap water?” The waiter nodded as though annoyed and walked away. Nate took a deep breath to try and calm himself. But the excitement wouldn’t leave him alone. He was jittery and his stomach was in knots. He nibbled on some warm bread with butter, but even that little bit of food made him feel nauseated and he stopped.
