“That’s out of the question,” she said decidedly, “How do we know that we can trust them to not use the—“ Sierra opened the wallet, rifling through the contents. “Seven-fifty in here for nefarious reasons? We’ve got to do this ourselves, I think.” Her usual grin settled brightly on her features when she looked over at Minjun, gesturing towards the cup in his hand to indicate that she definitely wanted a sip. “Big plans? I’ve got zero plans so this is about as thrilling as it might get. Hands and feet inside the ride, we’re in for it.” The ice cream truck could wait, she had no intention of actually returning to work with haste. Tugging the ID out of the sleeve, the blonde held it between the two of them to study the image. “Alright, we’re looking for an Eric, 6’1, brown hair, green eyes.” Her brow canted, “Think he’s single? He’s kinda cute.”
minjun pushes the iced americano towards sierra , head shaking with a light laugh at the dramatics of where the situation has landed . “ of course not , it’s better we do it ourselves to make sure the owner gets their wallet back . ” he adjusts the straps of his backpack on his shoulders , matte black fabric hanging low as a hand reaches behind to grab the sunglasses from the side pocket . minjun steps forward to look at the card in hand and check out the owner , shoulders shrugging . “ looks alright , had kind of a serial killer vibe to him if you ask me . ” he offers a smile before taking back his coffee , giving the plastic cup a subtle shake to stir the ice around before having a drink . “ what else is in the wallet ? business card ? ”
