The question came over as casually as any other, but it was a loaded one. “Why are you being nice to me?” she asked.
“I’m nice to everyone,” I replied. It was the truth. I am.
But her real question was, “What will you eventually want from me for this favor?” I understood that is what she was asking, but kinda ignored it. The truth is I am nice to everybody. I really am. With no expectation of anything in return.