“A flower for a flower,” Seth told her with a wink. “A dashing gentleman should say that to ya but we’re in LA and those are endangered species. They like to pull of pigtails to draw our attention, instead.” She sighed dramatically and shrugged her shoulders, swinging the flower basket in her arms.
When the girl asked about her job, Seth nodded. “Secret oart-time job of street seller in home, full time here,” she explained eagerly before pouting. “I can’t continue my studies when those old guys in med school laugh about my youth. They’re jealous I’m pretty and fresh while they are ugly and wrinkly. Are ya alone?” she asked, looking at the pair beside her. “Are those your parents?”