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It was a late Saturday night, the moon was trapped, making the only source of light the flickering street lanterns. It casted a shadow on his face, showing the angular structure.

He took notice of the flashing neon diner up ahead, the bright yellow and green standing out.

As he approached, he saw a raven haired woman strut inside. He followed suit, almost hypnotised by her presence.

She moved like a jaguar, silently and gracefully.

The diner itself was run down, old fashioned booths set up along the window side followed by a long counter.

Among the faded reds and yellows, stood the mysterious woman. She wore a tattered leather jacket, studs lined against the sleeves. He chuckled at his own worn down jacket. A pair of murderous combat boots were laced on her feet, making her stand at least 6 inches higher.

Her fashion intrigued him.

"Where's my money?" The raven haired girl demanded, smacking her hand against the countertop. The old cashier looked up, his face shadowed by the cheap lights. He looked like your stereotypical douche. Short, half grown moustache, old tattered singlet and a receding hairline.

"I don't own you nothing, slut" The man spat. He stepped forward to help the gorgeous woman, but it seemed that she already had it covered.

The woman jumped the counter effortlessly, her hair flying back behind her. Her and her boss disappeared momentarily, the sound of fists connecting ensued. He rushed forward, looking over. That's when she looked up at him, a smirk tugging at her deep red lips.

Her boss was bloody and unconscious underneath her. She stood up, brushing her hair over her shoulders.

"You're in my way" She says, opening the cash register with ease. She takes a handful of cash, stuffing it in her jacket pocket.

Sensing his inquisitive look, she met his eyes. Dark grey storm clouds collected in them, the colour swirling beautifully. Her hair fell over her shoulder in onyx waves, gleaming under the lights.

"What? Never seen a girl get her pay before?" She scoffs, once again leaping over the counter. She landed softly beside him, her nails slightly tracing his arm.

"See ya around, love" She winks before disappearing into the streets. He found himself pondering her. Who was she? And why was he so interested in her?