“I told you to scram. “
“But I can be of help. “
“You?” I snort as I pick up my pace, “What would a dirty stray cat be of help to me. “
“I can… I can do anything. “
I glanced at him and he smiled. The boy was so pretty and it was something I had noticed even from the first time I met him- that time when he had stollen someone's wallet.
"Why do I keep seeing you?"
"Because you know I will be of use to you and you'll eventually pick me up. "
"No chance. "
I keep walking, not talking to him, but he still doesn't leave.
“How old are you. “
“Eighteen “
“Yeah, right. “
“I have no reason to lie to you. “
“Boy, you have all the reasons to lie to me. Besides, don’t you see I’m cop?”
This time he snortned. It kind of pissed me off.
“What’s so funny about this?”
“You walking
