Bianca walked down the alleyway with her hands in her pants pocket. Most people disagreed with women wearing men's clothing, but she had nothing else. Her house had caught on fire a month ago, killing her parents and burning all of her belongings. She had spent the daylight hours looking for a job, but now it was nighttime and she was just looking for a place to sleep. Ow, she thought as she accidentally walked into someone. She looked up to see who she had run into. He was looking down at her with smirk. His blue- gray eyes were colored with amusement. He was wearing a dark blue shirt that its long sleeves rolled up to forearm, brown pants that were held up by red suspenders, he had a gold-topped cane resting in a lope in his pants, a slingshot that was tied to his pants, a pair of black shoes, and he was holding his hat in his hand.
"Ya a'right down dere?" he asked, his smirk growing bigger. He held out his hand for her to grab. Bianca blushed in embarrassment, took his hand, and pulled herself. He was good looking, she thought, no, I can't think about this.
"Now, why's a poitty dame like you doin' wonderin' around Brooklyn all by ya self?" he asked causing Bianca to blush. Spot could she was blushing which caused him to laugh. She cleared her throat and began to talk.
"I's looking for a job and a place to sleep." she answered honestly.
"What's ya name?" he asked, causing her to believe that he was way too curious. She sighed.
"Bianca, how 'bout you?" she asked, hoping that he would answer. The same thing had happened twice before, both times the other wouldn't answer. Instead they would try to kiss her.
"Spot, Spot Conlon." he answered. The name seemed somewhat familiar to her. She thought hard for a moment, but before she could come to a conclusion he spoke. "I's the leadha of da Brooklyn newsies. Ya can join. It gives ya a job and a place ta sleep." he offered. Something inside of him hoped that she would accept the offer. She nodded and he inwardly smiled. He nodded and told her to follow him.
Bianca had worked as a newsies for three months now, and she loved it. Though it would be nice to make more than a dime worth of profit a day, but she was still happy. She had a huge crush on Spot, and Spot on her, but neither would admit it. She was walking across the bridge on her way to the lodging house. Spot and the other newsies were most likely already there. Spot would be mad that she was walking alone, but it wouldn't be the first time he would become mad at her.
"Heya doll face." a man she didn't know called out. She stopped only for a second, but that was long enough for him to grab her. He pulled her tight up against his chest. She took a deep breath to calm herself.
"Please, let me go." she said surprised about how steady her voice was.
"Hmmmmmm, no." he said. He leaned down to kiss her, but was shot with a marble from a slingshot.
"Let 'er go." Spot demanded. The man let her go and backed away slowly for a couple of feet before turning around and running the other way. "Is ya tryin' to get hoit?" he said annoyed.
"No." she answered in a whisper. She hated it when Spot was mad at her. Before she could even contemplate what was going on, Spot closed the space between them and kissed her.
"I love ya." he said against her lips. Bianca kissed him back.
"Love ya to." she could feel him smiling as he deepened the kiss.