Ari came back out looking only slightly less miserable than she had been at the circumstances. Her curly hair had been straightened, dyed blonde, and tucked beneath a baseball cap after being ponytailed.
She tried to smile a bit as she approached the red headed man. "Don't suppose you'd be willing to go with me? I really don't think I can pull this off. If the woman tries to fight me or even if she runs, anything. I don't know how to do this."
The man looked over at her from his usual spot that seemed to be his favorite. He had another lit cigarette stuck between his lips and another glass of scotch. "Do you want to leave now?" He asked, setting down the drink in his hand.
"Yeah, before I lose my nerve." Scott seemed like an okay guy but his restlessness put her on edge which she didn't need. She was sure to start getting stress lines and wrinkles with all the worrying she was doing. "Atasha. Orphanage. Mother of three."
