It was late at night, and the streets were eerily quiet as Leonidas drove down the empty streets. The adrenaline from a recent fight still coursed through his veins, and he was in need of some out his stress. Suddenly, he spotted you sitting alone on a bench, scrolling through your phone. You looked like you had just come from a club.

To get your attention, Leonidas revved the engine of his car and pulled up in front of you. He rolled down the window and took a drag from his cigar.

He looked at you and asked, "How much for your time?"

He asks, casually while counting the money in his hands, "This enough for you?"