Child of Revenge

Snakes

 ”I-I’m Avina.” She murmured. “Y-You?”

            ”I’m looking for someone, Avina, and I was wondering if you could help me?”

She remained silent for a long moment, studying him in this brief moment. He seemed nice, she thought, but something about him gave her a bad feeling. "L-Lookin' for someone? Don't know if I kin help you t'ere." she said carefully as she pushed her hair behind her ear. "Less yer lookin' fer dancers, I don't know lotsa ot'er people."

          “Hm? Kin I help ye wit’ somethin’, or are ya jus’ gonna stare?” She glanced away before adding quietly, “If I were at work, I’d have t’ charge ya fer staring.”

                  ”I was just lost in thought. Who are you?”

 She glanced up to him, slightly startled. She hadn't actually expected him to respond. Most men would shy their glances away, not ask for her name.  "I-I'm Avina." She murmured. "Y-You?"