Sometime long ago but not too long ago, Anya had been strolling through the flea market, looking for who knows what for who knows why. She readjusted her straw hat and pushed up the sunglasses up her nose, careful not to brush the sunburned skin already there. Suddenly off to the side, she heard someone approaching her. Anya stepped aside slightly to let them pass since she was in no hurry, choosing to examine each stall carefully rather than to speed through like she normally did. But the footsteps slowed down behind her, keeping close to her.
It was unnerving.
She turned around, frowning at the boy with a shit eating grin. "May I assist you?"
The boy cleared his throat before saying, "Yeah I was hoping you could answer something."
"And what would that be?"
"I bet you twenty bucks that you'll turn me down if I asked you out."
Anya blinked. She unzipped her clutch purse and pulled out a crisp hundred dollar bill, holding it out to him. "I don't have anything smaller, but maybe with this you can buy better pick up lines too."