"You wound me child," He replied, grinning fully at her obvious displeasure - her response clearly giving him the upper hand. "To suggest I'd feel anything but pity and concern for a whelp like you..."
For a moment his lips turned into a frown and as she started to stand, his hand reached out for the bag as well, gaining a hold on it to keep her there a moment more, "Eight years is an awfully long time for a girl to be living like you do. It certainly means you know how to care for yourself, and I will not deny you that... but it also means you likely have no where to sleep tonight and only the clothes on your back. It would be remiss of me to allow such to continue when I have the means to do otherwise."
Nathaniel released the bag and stood with a fluid motion, pulling out a pad of paper and a pen. He wrote a number down - 215 - and tore the page off the pad. Leaving the paper and the pen on the table as he made his way out of the coffee shop and into the cold.
The paper had a letter head that was half ripped off, the legible portion read ..tor N. Essex and the pen had the name and address of a local hotel. The girl was smart. She could figure the message out.