In a dimly lit rundown bar in the sketchy part of town sat a woman who contrasted greatly with her environment.
She was so stunning and elegantly dressed that it was obvious she didn't belong there. Her discomfort was evident in the way her eyes flicked to the door every few seconds as she waited for her companion to arrive.
Her sharp tongue had done a great job so far keeping the drunken men away, but she didn't know how long she could hang on. The place was disgusting, and she couldn't believe how low she had brought herself to get what she wanted.
"You're late!" She snapped when a hooded figure sat in front of her.
"And you were supposed to dress inconspicuously—that is, not draw attention to yourself." He fired back, glaring at the woman, his hoodie shielding most of his face.
