“Cin,” she said tightly, not even sure why she was giving him a name, or why it was her real one. She didn’t ask for his though: she didn’t want to know.
To stop further conversation, she turned on her music and De La Soul’s ‘Stakes Is High’ began playing. She turned it up and pulled out into the messy streets of the Hole.
She wasn’t familiar with the area he lived in, but google maps knew just how to guide her there. It took the almost full hour she expected and when she pulled up outside the building, she was pretty sure the hobo was fucking with her. This was a nice place. Too goddamn nice.
She turned to look at the hobo but he was asleep. Cin shoved his arm. “Hey,” she snapped, “we’re here. No fuckin way you live there.”