Only taking money. Off some people. Some people shouldn’t bet. He picked up his spoon and stirred his coffee. They lose too much.
Helena stopped herself pointing out that Colin hadn’t added sugar to his coffee. His spoon continued to circulate, making a chinking sound against the china. The waiter stared across the room at them from his hide behind the till. Helena realised, just as Colin realised, that the stirring was a ritual display of nervous vulnerability. She thought it endearing and he replaced the spoon in the saucer.
Apart from that, do you enjoy your work? She asked.