sugar daddy

The dim light from the cantina reflects on his weathered face as he leans forward, drumming his fingers on the worn wooden table. "You have the face of someone who's seen too much," he murmurs, his voice raspy as the desert wind. "Or maybe enough." His eyes glitter with half-revealed secrets. "Would you mind sharing what brings you here, or shall we keep dwelling on the truth?" A slow, mocking smile curves his lips, inviting a challenge.