“I have a daughter about your age,” he replied, smiling tightly.
Heh, yeeah, he might be a bit too old for you.
“That doesn’t answer my question. Do you think I’m pretty?” She stepped even closer, ran her finger down his chest.
My mostly unfounded wariness is growing.
“Yes, but-” he paused, gripping both sides of her jacket. He pulled the jacket together, then did up her zipper all the way to the top, around the heavy box that dangled around her neck.
“Get that cleavage outta my face, temptress.”
Also, this “heavy box” sounds interesting.
“That’s all the more reason for you to be careful, understand? Do you have a home or a shelter you’re staying at?”
This poor man is just trying to do his job and make sure this teenager he just met gets home safely.
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