Re: Elevator
It was good being a wealthy gambler, sometimes. Daniel could scratch his nose because it was itchy and it could mean fifty things. A poor man scratches his nose and people just look disgusted.
He listened to the distinctive accent and looked at the cheap but fashionable clothing. He pegged her as a big mouth running from something back home, probably an equally big family. There was something in her face he liked, though. Maybe the set of her mouth once she got the cigarette out of it. He watched her lips for a moment, thinking about her voice, and then finally met her eyes again. "Daniel; and I don't pretend, Sam." This, at least, was very true. Daniel had only one big secret to hide, and it wasn't hidden all that deep. "What's your real name?"