I move with a sense of urgency, eyes shifting over my shoulder to try and reassure myself that I not being followed. There’s a twinkle in my eye that sparks when I notice the bazaar; it reminds her of home, but she only lets herself remember for a second. Before I am able to browse the various wares, a man walks into my path, and he is impossible to ignore. There is something about his toothy grin that seems untrustworthy, as if his smile is a mask that hides the lies his tongue is able to knit.
“Life brings me here,” I say rather bluntly. Defence was a mechanism that meant I did not have to explain, because doing ‘whys’ is far too much hard work. “What about you? You know, waiting at the port and so eagerly approaching a young lady like me isn’t the best look for a man of your supposed... status,” I pause, looking him up and down. My hand moves to feel the jacket of his suit. “Hm,” I exhale, “cheaper than you look. I don’t think you could afford me anyway.”
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