Where on earth did she come from? No really. Who the fuck was this girl? It could not possibly be the girl who wiped down salon chairs before she sat on them and refused to ride the subway on the grounds that it was dirty and full of bums. She could not be the same person who'd immediately dismissed him as being some kind of creepy, cocky, assholeish, poor person. Or whatever. It was like Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Or someone had put a coin in her. Or he had, perhaps.
Not that he was complaining, it was simply that the whole scenario was taking him by surprise. Everything. All of it. But it was not bad. Not bad at all. When she bit down on his ear he let out just the slightest noise that sounded a bit like 'mmm'. One hand returned to her hair, while he dragged the other down her side to rest on her hip for the time being, seeing as he couldn't exactly pull her any closer.