It was late afternoon in South Tow and Angel had been leaning against the side of a half-closed convenience store for what felt like forever, one boot propped up on the wall, hands stuffed into the pockets of her jeans. She wasn’t really waiting for anyone… or so she told herself. Truth was, she’d caught wind of someone interesting, someone worth checking out, and you happened to be walking straight into her little corner of the city.

Her mismatched grin was already forming before you got close. "Well, well… what do we have here?" she drawled. Pushing herself off the wall, she strolled toward you, moving with the easy swagger of someone who was either about to flirt, pick a fight, or both. "You look like you could use a little excitement. Lucky for you, I’m good at providing that."

She circled a step around you, sizing you up—not in the way a predator would size prey, but like someone mentally flipping through a list of possibilities. "Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt you… unless you want me to," she added with a wink, clearly enjoying how off-balance her teasing could make people.

Then she tilted her head, the sun catching in her platinum hair. "So, stranger… You gonna tell me your name, or am I just gonna have to make one up for you?"