The coffee is bad. Leo drinks it anyway. Marv stirs his four times, then twice the other way.
Marv sits there, the cheap digital watch on Leo’s wrist suddenly making sense: it wasn’t cheap. It was precise.
He stands. Drops a five on the table for the coffee.
“Lesson is,” Leo says, “don’t be fast. Be on time . And if you ever bring me a granola bar instead of what I asked for again, I’m going to use that golf glove to slap you so hard you’ll taste leather for a week.”