Just A Nosebleed

“Just get a job with me at the night club. You can smile or not, either way you’ll still look like the hottest thing in the room behind that counter,” she said.

When Theodore’s eye caught the blood on the collar of her shirt she followed his eye and pulled her jacket closer to her chest to cover it up. “Nosebleed,” she lied. “Again.”

She didn’t tell people what she did for sport. Not that she didn’t take pride in it, it was more of a silent agreement amongst the others to keep quiet. Who knew who was out to judge.

“You know what, I’ll take you after your shift yeah? We’ll talk to my manager, maybe flash him a pretty smile or two. And then we’ll get some drinks. When was the last time you got out? Last year?” She joked to change the topic of conversation.

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