She sighs and covers her eyes with her hand.
"Call me whatever you want. They all do."
She whispers, turning away to face the bar.
Ezria catches her by the arm as she passes.
"I can help you. I jus need some info's all."
They look in each others eyes for a moment and then she snaps her arm back from his grasp. The room is suddenly silent.
"You must hear a lot, workin in a bar like."
He talks quietly, in a low growl.
"You don't. You don't know the things I've heard." He can see the fear in her eyes. She snaps herself out of it, shaking her head and pulling her hands in close to her body.
She rushes past him and towards the back room.
Ezria jumps up and plants his hand roughly on her shoulder. He spins her around.
"Tell me, and you'll never need work 'ere again."
She begins shaking. Suddenly she looks so young and vulnerable, Just a scared little girl. He removes his hand and attempts to comfort her. She stuffs her hand into her pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes. Fumbling around, trying to get one out. Eventually she manages to grasp one and holds it between her teeth. She strikes a match and lights it, closing her eyes as she takes a long draw.
"Call me whatever you want. They all do."
She whispers, turning away to face the bar.
Ezria catches her by the arm as she passes.
"I can help you. I jus need some info's all."
They look in each others eyes for a moment and then she snaps her arm back from his grasp. The room is suddenly silent.
"You must hear a lot, workin in a bar like."
He talks quietly, in a low growl.
"You don't. You don't know the things I've heard." He can see the fear in her eyes. She snaps herself out of it, shaking her head and pulling her hands in close to her body.
She rushes past him and towards the back room.
Ezria jumps up and plants his hand roughly on her shoulder. He spins her around.
"Tell me, and you'll never need work 'ere again."
She begins shaking. Suddenly she looks so young and vulnerable, Just a scared little girl. He removes his hand and attempts to comfort her. She stuffs her hand into her pocket and pulls out a packet of cigarettes. Fumbling around, trying to get one out. Eventually she manages to grasp one and holds it between her teeth. She strikes a match and lights it, closing her eyes as she takes a long draw.
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