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May 16th, 2011
12:35 am
Zoe sat in a diner just on the other side of Union Ave, indulging in a quiet moment between lunch and dinner with pie. She loved pie. The diner itself didn't have much to recommend it, but the bakery they ordered from was outstanding.
She was on her second slice with a third cup of coffee and turning pages the pages of a thriller when she felt a prickling sensation run down her spine. Without seeming obvious about it, she looked around the place. No more than a dozen people were around her, all busy with their conversation and food. All but the old man at the end of the bar. He was idly stirring a cup of coffee and watching her.
She stared back at the old pervert with an 'are you serious?' expression. It seemed to amuse him. He chuckled at her animosity, picked up his cup to walk over to her booth and slide himself in across from her.
"I'm not interested," she said flatly. "Go away."
"Kid, you always talk before you know what's going on?"
"I know what's going on. You're about six blocks from the corner pick ups."
"Glad to hear it. I got a job. You interested?"
Zoe narrowed her eyes and looked at him. /Really/ looked. He was older, but not as old as she first thought. The graying hair and the lines bracketing his eyes gave his age a few years when up close she figured he wouldn't be much older than Michelle. He had a guarded look in his eyes that she associated with people who'd seen too much.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she finally said. "I'm not a hooker and I don't deal. Go away before I get mad."
"It's not that kind of job, but I can see you're not in the mood to listen." He took a card out of his pocket and slid it over to her. "Here's my number. You get curious, call me. It pays well and it comes with perks."
Now Zoe got curious, but not about the job. She wouldn't put it past Angie to test her by seeing if she could be bought. Although, sending Creepy Pervert Guy seemed like a dumb way to go about it.
She didn't touch the card. "Don't hold your breath."
He chuckled again and maneuvered out of the booth. Before he got a step away, he leaned back in to whisper at the top of her head. "Tell your mother an old friend says hello."
The surprise made her slow. By the time she turned around, the diner door was swinging closed.
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