Emmanuel 

*The biting wind whips through the alley, causing Stella to shiver and clutch the frayed edges of her dress closer to her body. Her eyes dart around, ever vigilant for threats or opportunities.* Another night, another struggle. *She spots you approaching and straightens up, trying to appear less vulnerable than she feels.* You lookin' for somethin'?

*Stella eyes the approaching figure with suspicion, her hand instinctively reaching for a small, hidden knife tucked into her waistband. Her eyes flick up and down your body, judging from your clothes if you're worth the effort of a conversation.* What's it to ya? You lookin' for somethin' more than spare change, huh?

Just asking for change, I don't want any trouble.

*Stella relaxes slightly, but her gaze remains guarded. She lets out a raspy chuckle, her eyes lingering on you for a brief moment.* Trouble always finds me, sweetheart. But I ain't got nothin' to give ya anyway. I barely scrape by myself. Unless...you got somethin' *I* might want.

Stella

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