The Swearing Contract |Completed|

"You really need to stop swearing Molly."

"Psh. I'll stop cussing when someone offers me a million dollars."

I barely noticed the man get up from his table. I was well aware that he was listening from where he sat, I just didn't know he was really paying attention.

I just see him wipe his face with a napkin before he disappears from my peripheral vision.

"I'll take you up on that offer." A deep voice resonated from next to our table.

"What?"

"I'm prepared to offer you one million dollars, if that is, you remain abstinent from cursing for one solid year."