Over the course of the meal, Samson truly understood just how well this fiancé treated his boss, as she had mentioned.
Peeling shrimp and picking out fish bones were just the beginning. The table was filled with all of her favorite dishes and with just a glance from her, the man would know exactly what she wanted. In the next moment, he'd place it in her bowl, almost feeding her directly!
Samson silently ate his meal, feeling like a third wheel. Did single folks like him not have rights? How cruel to lure him in just to witness this!
He couldn't help but want to overturn this bowl of proverbial dog food.
After the meal, Dexter left with Mercy, while Samson stayed behind to wait for his agent to pick him up. He had another appointment to attend soon.
"Samson? What are you doing here?"
