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Winter was the worst.
Mista stood with her coat pulled close. She couldn't feel her fingers, but she needed money.
Standing on the sidewalk, only in skimpy clothes and knee high boots, Mista was lucky that she had snuck a coat off her last client or she'd be freezing to death.
At least her chest kept her warm, thats for sure.
Mista ran a trembling finger through her black pixie cut, shaking off a little snow. She held her coat closed, hands inbetween her chest. This time of year, push-up bras were her best friend.
It was horrible having parents give her dirty looks as they pulled their kids closer,
or men smirking at her from a distance.
She didn't like the job, but it paid for a living.
So when a black car pulled up on the corner, Mista took her chances and walked up to it. Knocking on the window and standing with a hand on her hip.
A blonde male sat in the drivers seat, the window rolled down slowly. It was a fancy car nonetheless, so she was going to try her luck.
"Can I help you?" A voice came from the male. He sounded young, younger than her.
He looked weirdly feminine for a guy, but Mista thought nothing of it. Hair done into some intricate style you'd see in magazines. Definitely curly. A boxy suit covered his frame, but he didn't fill it. Short too, maybe.
"Can I help you?" She repeated back, leaning against the car window. "You look lost."
He looked down at his phone before back up at her, "Eh...Yeah, actually."
"Where you headed?" Her coat dipped open slightly, showing off her cleavage.
"Il San Pietro di Positano." He spoke clearly, "Do you know the way?"
"Ah, that fancy hotel." She smirked, "10€ for me to tell you, 15€ if you want me to show you."
The blonde male sighed, glancing at his phone before turning it off and placing it in the side of the car door. He pressed a button before speaking, "Door's unlocked."
Mista climbed into the passenger seat, god the car was warm. Not leather seats, but cushioned ones. The heating was up, which made her shiver slightly. She pulled her coat closer, finally feeling proper warmth.
"You look cold." He spoke, rolling up the window. Now she was closer, his voice sounded soft, too...feminine. And he was quite pale compared to Mista's tanned skin.
"Yeah...I am...It's whatever, take a left at the traffic lights"
He placed a pair of black gloves on her lap before starting the car and following her instructions.
When they arrived at the hotel, Mista let out a quiet sigh. She took the money from the blonde male, slipped off the gloves and stepped out the car.
Walking across the street, she watched as someone ran up to him and took the car keys, going to park the vehicle for him.
"Will you be alright to get home? It's quite cold out here." He walked up to her, hands in his pockets.
"Yeah, I should be fine. Thanks." She nodded, turning on her heel. Mista wasn't a fan how of concerned he seemed, it felt too intimate.
As she began walking away, lost in thought about the mysterious person she'd just encounterd, Mista felt someone touch her wrist.
Turning around, getting ready to either fight or flirt, she paused. Standing still as she registered who was infront of her. It was..him?
No. Now they were no less than a few inches apart, not to mention how soft her hands were, it was a...woman...It was...her?
"Do you take people of the same sex?"