I roll my eyes at the guy and point to my ruined clothes. He glances down at them, and I raise my fingers, rubbing them together to indicate he owes me money for a new outfit. He doesn’t, and I let my amused smirk speak for itself. My teasing earns me a small smile before he stalks over to me and hands me another hundred-dollar bill. I give him a bright smile and that’s it. He grabs a book off the floor, shakes the blood off it, and leaves. Damn that man is fine.
