The officer furrowed his brow, skillfully took the money, and looked at a piece of paper, "Are you Arican?"
"Yup, the fucking Great Depression, it is tough to make a living." Chris cursed with such convincing acting that he appeared as a destitute soul forced to leave his hotown during the economic downturn. No one would suspect that he was actually a millionaire.
"All right, don't make a scene, go inside." The officer checked and realized that Chris wasn't a wanted man or soone to be arrested, so he let him go.
Chris kept his head down and walked in, and just as he entered the town, a woman bumped into him.
Chris lowered his head and walked inside. Just as he entered the city, a woman bumped into him.
Stepping back slightly, Chris grabbed her hand and said, "Sorry, you've got the wrong person, we're in the sa line of work."
The woman flinched, she was a tall beauty, blonde hair, blue eyes, flaming red lips, well defined features, fair skin, and at a glance it was obvious that she was an Eastern European woman.
After stopping the woman's pickpocketing, Chris extended an invitation, "eting is destiny, let's go to dinner together?"
The woman smiled slightly and said, "Sure!"
...
Chris found a nice restaurant and went in to order, not really familiar with the etiquette of the place, and seed to be making jokes.
The woman simply smiled out of politeness, and without any intention of extending a helping hand.
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