The next day jacob knew what he had to do. He had to find someone to be his. Desperate times call for desperate mesures, he would have to get a prostitute. He put on a t-shirt, some sweatpants and snuck into his parent's room, he knew they would have money there. With the $50 he stole from his parents, he hit the streets.
"Where to find a prostitute.. hm.." he muttered to himself. He walked to the only place he could think of, behind his local starbucks.
