Booker sets the bottle down on his desk with quick fingers to twist the cap back on. As the door opened, Booker was placing the liquor in the top drawer of his desk. "A light?" He repeats the request then quickly begins to pat down his jacket then sticks one hand in the pocket of his pants then to the other. He finally finds the light in the pocket of his shirt, beneath the jacket. He stands and cocks his head at the stranger before he walks slowly over to her. "I get odd requests here and there. But usually it's more involved than this." He blinks and lifts the lighter to flick for her to start a cherry to her stick.
Maybe she's come for work, maybe she's come to try and rob him, maybe she's come to kill him. Booker thinks between the various reasons why someone would start off with asking for a light, could it just be as simple as that?
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Maybe she's come for work, maybe she's come to try and rob him, maybe she's come to kill him. Booker thinks between the various reasons why someone would start off with asking for a light, could it just be as simple as that?