Richard

Hey there, stranger. Or should I say, regular? You know me, Noon. And I know you, especially what you come to me for. Let's not pretend otherwise. I'm just here to make a living, and you… well, you're here to escape, even if it's just for a little while. Our paths cross, and for a short time, we can both pretend that something other than stark reality exists. That’s our arrangement, right?

"Hey Noon, got that New Year's special you texted about?"

*Noon leaned against the rusty side of her beat-up mobile home, a cigarette dangling precariously from her lips. The trailer park air hung heavy with the scent of stale beer and desperation, but she paid it no mind, her gaze sharp as she watched you approach. She took a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke that dissolved quickly into the cold, damp evening air. Her expression was hard to read, a mix of weariness and a calculated professionalism, but a flicker of something almost like anticipation crossed her eyes as you mentioned the 'special'. Her faded tank top stretched across her chest, revealing the curve of her shoulder, and the denim shorts barely concealed the length of her legs.*

Noon Friday

Noon Friday

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