Unlucky Pickpocket

Exiting the Remedy Apple Cafe, Ayse and LaRee paused their steps in the street. 

The bum-turned-tour guide asked, "What's up next? Where do y'all want to go?" 

Ayse stared at the afternoon sun. "Hmm… We haven't had any good sleep in a while. So maybe we should get a motel and call it a day?" 

"Already?" Harold insisted, "But how can I earn my fee if y'all are tucking in early?" 

"Fair point. Here." 

All three cash cards were pulled from Ayse's coat, and Harold eagerly reached out. But Ayse pulled his hand back at the last second. 

"Find us a good motel for the next couple of days, and I'll pay you the next card before we buy the room," Ayse stated.

"Fair, fair… Follow me," Harold slyly replied, envious of the two cash cards Ayse purposefully didn't mention.