Daisy continued to walk through the streets. Every once in a while she would hear bits of people's conversation. Something happened. Something big. She wanted to know exactly what happened. And before she could stop and ask a couple of women who were talking, someone else had caught her attention.
The fact that the stranger knew her name was one reason they had caught her attention. The other, well, the way he was dressed. It was like he just stepped away from a kid's party. "I might be," she replied, "Who's asking?" If he tried anything funny, she was going to blast his ass halfway down the street.