Evelyn was getting impatient and feeling more and more like she’d made a mistake as the man took his sweet time gazing her over. Leaning back against the seat, he finally let a smirk appear on his face. “One hundred dollars, sweetheart; one fifty if you do a good job,” was his reply, and the blonde almost gasped. Although she promised herself coming out here that she wouldn’t make this a habit, the pay was almost unbelievable; all she had to do was have sex with him, and she’d be paid one hundred fifty dollars. If she did this enough times, she’d be able to pay the bills of her house before she knew it. It’d be her little secret, and after she was set, she could quit and forget it ever happened. The smile on her face became more genuine than before, and she was just about to open the car door to take a seat when she felt someone grab her from behind.
If it had been any other time, Evelyn wouldn’t be too worried about who’d grabbed her; of course, she’d still freak out a bit, but not if it was in broad daylight with her properly dressed. Instead, only a few articles of clothing covered her body, and the only person in sight right now seemed to be the horny man who wanted to pay her for sex. The blonde would’ve let out a scream when her body lifted off the ground if she hadn’t seen the figure’s face in the corner of her when she tried to whirl her head around. At first, she didn’t believe it was him, but after being set down only a of being grabbed, she had the chance to look at the person who’d touched her and realized it was him; Anthony. Evelyn’s blood ran cold, and she froze solid in her spot. She didn’t have the possibility of saying anything to defend herself - not that’d she be able to anyway - as he was concentrated on the man who almost took her home, but even if she could, Evelyn knew no words would leave her lips. The sick feeling in her stomach only grew as he listened to his hard voice speaking to the stranger, who looked rather pissed Anthony had stepped in. Evelyn thought he would say something to her best friend that’d start something she wanted to avoid, but as soon as Anthony stepped back and took her hand, he pulled back out onto the street with a squeal of the tires. It was then that Evelyn realized just how much potential money she’d lost. Her face heated up from anger rather than embarrassment, and she almost snapped at him when he dropped her hand if he hadn’t offered his jacket to her. Her narrowed eyes relaxed, and she let out a soft breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. Tony cared for her; he only did it because he cared. Even after over six months of no interaction, he only wanted to protect her, and although Evelyn was still furious, she kept her mouth shut and followed close behind.
A few moments later, Anthony stopped dead in front of her, and she almost bumped into him. Her face tilted upwards to scan his expression as he suddenly whirled to stare down at her. The look in his eye was something she’d never seen from him before, and although she couldn’t recognize the emotion, it still sent a shiver of regret along her spine. She found she couldn’t hold his gaze longer than a second, and she let her head fall, wrapping her arms around herself with her eyes on the ground. In those few seconds, Evelyn wished more than anything that she hadn’t almost done what she did; it was stupid - she was stupid - but seeing how it made Anthony act made it worse. She didn’t realize she was holding her breath until he finally turned back around and started moving again. The girl drew out a long sigh and quickly began pursuing him. Her hands fell into the pockets of Tony’s denim jacket, and her fingers immediately felt the familiar feeling of plastic. Her curiosity took over, and after making sure the man wasn’t paying attention, Evelyn pulled only a sliver of the contents out. She made out the white, powdery substance even in such a poorly lit area, and her eyes widened in shock. That’s why he was out here so late and found her on the street corner; he was buying drugs, from his old dealer, no doubt. Instead of calling him out for it, Evelyn, her body trembling, stuffed the bag back in his pocket and focused on not tripping in her tall heels.
It didn’t take long for the girl to figure out where they were going; they’d passed this area plenty of times in the early hours of the morning, except instead of feeling dreadful, they’d be laughing and joking and skipping like children down the concrete paths with their fingers intertwined and worries thrown to the wind. The wave of nostalgia hit her so hard, she almost turned around, kicked her heels off, and ran. If it weren’t for the situation, she would’ve done it without a second thought, but her desire to stay with Anthony and explain herself was too great. So, she tried to push back the memories swirling her mind as the man took her hand and led her to a booth in the back. A few people stared, but if the blonde noticed, she didn’t show it as she settled down in the seat and wrapped the jacket further around herself, even taking the time to fumble with the buttons nervously as she thought of how to start. Her bottom lip was between her teeth as her eyes flickered to him. He was staring, as if waiting for her to say something. It took her a few more moments to summon up enough courage to even hold his gaze for longer than a few seconds, and she sucked in a soft breath as she folded her shaking arms on the table. Another couple moments later, Evelyn finally remembered how to speak. “T-Tony, I..” She trailed off, not sure of exactly what to say. “I-I’m so sorry you saw me like this..” Her voice was trembling and kept trailing off. Frustrated with herself, she leaned back against the seat of the booth and ran a hand through her curly hair. “This.. It was just a one-time thing. I-I thought no one would catch me in a place where there are no cameras. I thought I could just get this over with and go home with my hundred bucks, finish paying for my bills for my apartment before they take it away, and erase the damn memory from my mind. I know it’s not a good enough excuse, but I’m desperate and broke and-” Evelyn noticed she was rambling and stopped for a second, her gaze flashing to meet his. “Y-You know I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to, Tony; I needed this money. I fucking need it.”
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