Your car was what she first saw. That... sleek, expensive Lotus Esprit.. she knew you were rich. She knew she couldn’t miss an opportunity like this - she would be an idiot if she didn’t atleast attempt to get some extra cash.

Heels clacked against the sidewalk as she quickly made her way over toward your vehicle, smirking as she knocked against the glass. She noticed you in the car, a confused expression on your face - clearly struggling to work out how to drive stick. The second you rolled the window down, she quickly teased her hair then leaned forward.

“Hey sugar,” She said in a sweetened tone, “Lonely?”