"Oh, Miguel, you've waited for me," Karen beams as they arrive back at the table.
"Of course," the man says. "I'm bringing you to your new place, right? I'll help you get back on your feet."
"That's so nice of you," Karen says. "Are all the Tan brothers so helpful and thoughtful like Miguel, Claire? Because if they are, then you really must not let him get away." She playfully punches Claire on the arm.
Claire merely smiles—it's her only way to stop her mouth from saying angry things like, Oh, you money-whore, at it again, aren't you? Turning on the charm to lasso men like Miguel? Men who are stupid enough to fall for your gold-digging ass? If only I can put my arms around you and hug you so tightly until I hear the faint sound of your little bones crunching, I would!
But then again, all Claire actually says is, "You're lucky, Karen, that you were at the right place and the right time when you fainted, right when we're coming out of that restaurant."
