Star had seen the girl before. He was pretty sure she danced at a club, though now that he thought about it he wasn’t sure what kind of dancing at what kind of club. The clothes were no clue.

“You look like a hooker,” he commented, stopping to stare down at her where she sat on the curb waiting for a bus.

Her chin went up stubbornly, though her eyes registered hurt. She didn’t say anything, just stared her belligerence right back at him.

Star grinned and walked away. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he had a crush.