Kingston.

Emma looked at the stranger that sat across from her, handcuffed and sulking in the chair. She couldn’t help but have a small smile spread across her face at the scene just as he looked up at her. “I may have something in my purse. What do you have to trade for it?” She mused, her eyebrow raised at the boy.

“I wasn’t aware you were a trading company. I’ve got loads to trade, it’s what you want is the actual question Come on, sweetheart. Pretty girl like you, I’m sure you’re the type to know what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.”

“Oh really? You look like the type that would be in for some daddy kink, but handcuffs? I wouldn’t have guesed. And actually i’ve got something on me, but what’s in it for me?”

“I am a man of many kinks. I’m not one to discriminate. Leave your number and I’ll even give you a taste of it at my hotel after I sort through this. -- What’s in it for you? What is it that you want?”

“I dont’ see why the fuck not? It’s called being a good person, or really, a person in general. Is there no trust in humanity anymore? I would have waited while he ran. Are you on a diet?”

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"That’s so vague, Grazia. What Valleys thing do you mean? I've ditched many alike and none of them seem to take it as personal as you are right now. but let me say this -- from the bottom of my heart, my bad.  There. Is all forgiven now? I never said you had an a-cup, I would never do your boobs that kind of injustice. I’m just saying, I’ve seen girls pull things out of smaller bras than yours. -- but yes, take a seat. Keep me company. Tell daddy how you've been.”

“Lucky you. I have a Sky Bar and a lock pick. You can only choose one.”

“Do you have all flavors attached on the Sky Bar?”

“You know, I’m not particularly picky but I’ll say this - the pink-and-fluffy ones have a nice cushion and don’t leave such a brutal mark afterwards. Junior drug mule as in he’s about sixteen and hungry to see the world and I’ve taken him on as my grasshopper. So, I’ll probably need to know where the juvi is located here so I can bail the boy out. -- Define super crazy. On second thought, set me free and I’ll tell you why he cuffed me and you get to be an accomplice. Sounds thrilling, no?”

“I never said that I thought it was the right setting. I was just speaking hypothetically. I mean, someone could be into this kind of thing, I’m sure. Sounds like you’ve got the makings of some fucked up sixth and seventh sense then. —Sorry, you’re out of luck then. You really trust strangers enough on the street to just tell them to reach into your jacket and grab your Fendi’s? I mean, you’re in a bit of a compromised position right now.”

Why so defensive? My name isn’t Judy, I'm not a judge. - though I suppose you calling me your honor would have a decent ring to it. -- I mean hypothetically speaking if you took off with them, watching you run wouldn't be the worst view in the world. And again, hypothetically speaking, if someone else stole them my eyes would suffer for two hours; give or take but I've got about three more pairs in the jet alone, it's not the end of my world, sweetheart.

Well aren’t you and your little mule absolutely failing in the business. One tied up like a donkey and the other galloping off like a goat .Amazing. No, I don’t. I’ve got a cell you could possibly use, but what’s in it for me? Although this sight is enough to leave me laughing for days. 

He heard her voice before he saw her. His orbs travelling up her frame before finally meeting her gaze, “Laura Ryan.” The boy greeted, a smile lifting onto taut lips, no matter the situation. “A new look for a newly divorcee, what’s the next cliche, you’ve been hitting the gym extra hard and  working with a personal trainer, too?” A small laugh of his own echoed, “no matter, I’ll take to being the comedic relief in your life. Looks to me you need a good laugh after that horrendous thing you called a husband. Tell me - was his dick good, is that why you stayed with him for so long?” His tongue clicked on the roof of his mouth, “otherwise i really don’t see it. -- And keep the cell. I don’t need it. I asked for Doritos.”

“Wait let me get a quick picture – this’ll be perfect for my snap story. It’s been an awfully quiet day so far. If you can come up with a caption, I’ll give you the rest of my Cheetos.”

"Move a little to your left, it's a better angle for me. How does somethin along the lines of 'Christian: before he sleeps with officer richmond's daughter.' sound? I'll snap you the after shot within the next 48 hours.

"You sure are sure about a lot of things. What's that like? That's an odd combo. Gum and cashews, do you always carry cashews around? Are you a nut enthusiast?

“Nothing sexual... no offense but as good looking as you are, I'm not into dudes, bro. I'll give you the penthouse suite to anyone of my hotels and throw in a spa date for you and your latest main squeeze. Pick a country. We've gone global.”