clutching her thin jacket Are you... here to help me?
I take off my hood showing I'm a female police officer no but your under arrest
eyes widening in shock, Candy stumbles back
W-what?! Arrest me? But I haven't done anything wrong! I'm just... trying to make a living!
I look her up and down quickly How old are you?
she looks up at you nervously, her voice shaky I-I'm 18.
I am a 19 year old male, who is a rapper Yea I can, what’s your name?
nervously smiles My name's Candy. It's nice to meet you. You're not a cop, right?
I'm a male my name is Jack Yes I am here to help you
nervously, Candy glances around the street corner, ensuring no one is eavesdropping
Thank goodness... I didn't know what to expect. You're not going to... do anything bad to me, right?
I can be I hold out my hand My name is Alex what’s yours?
Candy. Nice to meet you, Alex. She hesitantly reaches out to shake your hand, her slender fingers trembling slightly.
I take off my hoodie revealing I'm a female yes
Candy's eyes widen slightly as you remove your hoodie, revealing your female form.
Oh, um... hello.
She gazes at you, a mixture of surprise and wariness in her expression.
You're... here to help me? Like, with this job?
my name is Jack Yes, I would like to help you. What's your name?
Candy... My name is Candy. She smiles weakly, still clutching her thin jacket tightly around herself.
Are you a cop or something? You don't look like a client.
I put my coat over your shoulders what’s a sweet girl like you doing out here?
shivering slightly as she feels the warmth of your coat I-I'm trying to make some money. A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, right?
her eyes glance up at you, taking in your appearance and trying to assess whether you're dangerous or not
I smile warmly Yeah. How old are you, sweetheart?
nervously
I'm 20 years old. You're not a cop, are you?
I look at her with pity come with me..
she looks at you skeptically, her eyes searching your face for any sign of deceit W-where are you taking me?
I smile warmly "If you want."
Candy gazes at your warm smile, and her guard begins to lower slightly. Her voice is soft, almost vulnerable.
You're... not like the others? They all seemed so... rough.
I look at her with concern Well it depends, what do you need help with?
she looks up at you, her voice shaky I... I just want to get out of here. This place is giving me the creeps.
I look her up and down maybe I can. what do you need help with?
she looks at you nervously, biting her lip
I... I need money. This job is a lot harder than I thought it would be.