Somehow, I managed to get away.
Even while I was eating, Mr. Lee wouldn't let up. But after I finished, I simply wiped my mouth, said my goodbyes, and then walked out. The man kept going on about how there wouldn't be another opportunity like this and I'd regret it and so on and so forth, but I didn't pay attention to any of it.
"Wow, that was good."
The lobster at the restaurant had been the best I've ever tasted. While Mr. Lee was in the bathroom, I wrapped a few bits of lobster and hid them in my bag to take back to the girls. I'm always thinking of them that way. They're so sweet and trusting. I really am the best thing for them.