“What?” his voice is louder than he realizes, accented by the sound of grinding, industrial music pumping out of the earbud he now holds by its stem.

the man in front of her was well dressed, but wasn’t paying any attention to his surroundings--something that could’ve bit him in his ass especially since his wallet had fell out of his coat pocket. “your wallet” she repeated, leaning down and picking it up before extending it out to him. “you dropped this.”