I stepped away from the other prostitutes, ignoring their protests and whispered insults.
"That one?" one of the women scoffed, following my gaze. "Seriously? She's a mess."
"Yeah," another chimed in, laughing. "You've got all of us to choose from, and you pick her?"
I didn't dignify them with a response. Instead, I made my way to her corner slowly. She glanced up as I approached, her eyes widening in surprise as though approaching her was a crime.
Well, seeing as she reeked of hopelessness, maybe it was.
"Hey," I said, leaning casually against the table. "You look like you could use some company."
She blinked, clearly not expecting anyone to talk to her. "Me?"
"No, the table behind you," I deadpanned, then smirked. "Of course, you."
Her lips twitched into a small smile. "Well, aren't you charming?"
I shrugged, letting my gaze fixate on her like she was charming and didn't look like someone's leftover vomit.