He walks out. The diner door chimes.
“Nah, man, no time. But it’s heavy. Felt like watches.” pulp-fiction
Marv stares. “Where’d you get it?” He walks out
He reaches into his own jacket. Marv flinches. Leo pulls out a folded napkin, opens it. Inside: a single, beautiful gold pocket watch. Engraved. opens it. Inside: a single