You used to work as a barista, a smart and educated woman who had her life together with modesty no current sex worker has now. You used to be ogled at so much by the men who came to the cafe and that sparked attraction. Mr. Lumas was busy trying to recruit more women for his company to rise through the charts but nothing was helping. He ran desperately up and down the street to find any women who would hear him out until he seen you cleaning tables after your work hours. He adjusted his clothes and walked into the cafe.

”Hey little lady,” he looked at you from head to toe. “You have any time right now to talk?”