12-18-2014, 09:04 PM
"I don't know what 'type of woman' you imagined, but I'm sure you imagined right."
There was a twinkle in Claire's eyes, or maybe that was another bursting blood vessel. There was little she could do but find the humor in the most morbid of circumstances.
She rubbed her temple but only found relief when realizing the take-out was almost there. "I aimed low with my disreputable business, but I most certainly am a common street thug."
She hadn't spoken much about her life in Brooklyn beyond the generic, including the psychic shop. Her smirk dissolved when the door bell went off.
"Looks like our food is here. Will the butler be getting the door?"
She looked around expectantly.
There was a twinkle in Claire's eyes, or maybe that was another bursting blood vessel. There was little she could do but find the humor in the most morbid of circumstances.
She rubbed her temple but only found relief when realizing the take-out was almost there. "I aimed low with my disreputable business, but I most certainly am a common street thug."
She hadn't spoken much about her life in Brooklyn beyond the generic, including the psychic shop. Her smirk dissolved when the door bell went off.
"Looks like our food is here. Will the butler be getting the door?"
She looked around expectantly.