Are you lost, lonely, poor, or confused?

Today was easy, stay by his side as he had a pop up tent for legal advice.

But unfortunately, with the clientele that surround him like flies, it was never as easy as it should’ve been.

“Does he pay you enough? I could imagine a man like you can make much more money with me.” The very well dressed man has slithered up your side. “Well… you’d make more money under me.”

The man’s laugh was enough to punch him in the face but you kept your cool. You didn’t respond.

A wave of relief settled in as you saw Saul walking back to the tent. “I could take you away from all of this… I’ve got a summer home in Miami. Looks like you could use some vitamin D.” Your eyebrows scrunched as the pink suited man finally made it over to you.

“Goodman! Buddy why didn’t you tell me you had this beef cake? Trying to hide him from me?” There was a growl to the man’s voice which made you frown just slightly.

Saul was huffed slightly, his eye twitched as the man’s hand squeezed your muscle.

The clip board in his hand creaked as the force he griped it with. “Well Mr Carter I’m afraid your lawsuit is a bit more important than my bodyguard here.” His voice was fain concern. He used his eyes as he spoke. “That woman at the strip club who you puked on, is considering suing you for battery and this would be your third offense this year.” Saul ‘whispered’ loudly in the man’s ear letting you hear just what he was here for.

The man went bright red, and sputtered as he let go of your arm. You couldn’t help the chuckle as the man ducked into the tent.

Saul winked and shot you a finger gun as he disappeared into the tent as well.

***

“Well! It was a great day.” The sun had said a couple hours ago leaving the two of you under the light of street lamps. Saul counted out your money in cash and handed you a very nice sized wad.

You watched Saul closely. And he squirmed under your gaze.

“So… I know you’re a colorful man but…” Saul moved around the area, literally and figuratively running away from you. “I didn’t take you for the jealous type.” You tucked the money away and watched a mix of surprise and horror smear across his face.

“Jealous? What? I’m not jealous never have been.” Saul sputtered and went slightly pink. “Especially not of a man like that, I mean, you could do much better.” He spoke with his hands, plenty of theatrics.

“In fact, I’d argue dating a man like that would bring down your value. Just a negative all around.” Saul played up his exhaustion for the topic as he could tell you really were not impressed.

Peacocking seemed to be a favorable coping strategy for him.

“Whatever you say Goodman. Same time tomorrow?”