The third point of view
"How much is that? " Judy asked as he fished out his wallet from the back pocket of his pants.
The position he had kept his money was prone to be nicked by pickpockets but he was not bothered. Having lived a rugged and vigilant lifestyle, those petty thieves were the least of his problem.
"That's a two hundred sir" The attendant answered, waiting expectantly for the cash.
He handed the bills over to her, waiting to receive his balance when he saw someone through the visible glass door pass the convenience store by.
There was no mistaking that petite brunette with a face that could make two nations go to war in a bid to have her, Emily.
What was she doing here by this time of the night? He wondered, this was close to his neighborhood and wasn't exactly a friendly place for pretty ladies.
