“Five
pounds only,” Nuri said quickly.
Shocked,
Eduardo whipped his head around again to stare at Nuri this time.
“Well,
that’s fine,” Lee said with obvious relief, shoving one of the notes quickly
back into his wallet. He handed the remaining note to Eduardo. “I was hoping to
try a Turkish recipe on my economy mince tonight. Maybe with a side shot of
raki. And you know what? You’ve given me inspiration for a new ice.” He
grinned, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “An aniseed twist is just what
Patrick needs to add to the menu. A sharp, striking aftertaste to every cold
spoonful. And the balls, of course! Must include them.” He laughed aloud. “It
could be called … A Twist and Two Balls! Now I just have to persuade Patrick…”
Eduardo
coughed to regain Lee’s attention. “I’ll pay you back as soon as I come back
from the audition.”
“No
problem.” Lee winked exaggeratedly at him again. Eduardo scowled and shook his