George
The day really was a beautiful one. In the distance, the blue skies melded almost perfectly with the crystalline waters of the sea, and despite the fact that George was a city boy at heart, he had to admit that nature had its benefits, too. He was in the middle of admiring the scenery and making his plans for the day - he needed to stop by the market for some food for his ma, and he needed to stop by a friend's place for a cut of the profits of a recent sale he'd made of something he'd stolen, and on and on it went - when a slight figure bumped into him, rousing him from his silent musings.
She was a pretty thing, with her low-cut blouse and short shorts, and George's eyes raked roguishly over her. "Well, hello," he said, shifting to the side to make more room for her to get out of the way of the passing merchant. She was familiar, and in more than a seen-you-around kind of way. He'd have to be a fool not to recognize the disgraced woman who'd tried - and failed - to take over leadership of Torchline. "Flora, right?"
She was a pretty thing, with her low-cut blouse and short shorts, and George's eyes raked roguishly over her. "Well, hello," he said, shifting to the side to make more room for her to get out of the way of the passing merchant. She was familiar, and in more than a seen-you-around kind of way. He'd have to be a fool not to recognize the disgraced woman who'd tried - and failed - to take over leadership of Torchline. "Flora, right?"
