"you're welcome, madame." nik replied, dropping his voice into a french accent. he shut the door and followed her, looking around the city as they walked. neon was certainly a shitty place, but there were certain times where it was quiet. no gunshots, no watching drug deals being made out of the corner of your eye, no having to train your gaze on the ground as the watch pulls a mother away from her crying child.
it was just quiet tonight. what a blessing.
alex gave a lofty smile. "here, then." they pulled a scrap of paper out of their pocket, and unclipped a pen from their shirt. as they jotted a number down, they continued talking. "i see we've been abandoned by the lovebirds, so i say we do the same. feel like gettin' out of here?"