Reviewing the situation (Dodger X Reader)

Chapter 1- London

Food... the only thing on your mind was the luscious taste of food. You were drewling at the thought of food. You had been walking for days upon days upon days. It felt endless. Finally you had reached a large, busy street with the smell of meat wafted up your nostrils. People from all directions came passing by ,attempting to sell there goods. Ripe strawberries, ripe. Sweet red roses, even milk! You had gone from being starving and hungry with no food for miles to a place crowded with it, there were stacks that were at least 6 feet high! It was all at your fingertips... but then your reality hit. You were poor you had no money, no father nor mother, no home to go back to you were poor. What was everything you ever wanted was here until you spotted the small deatails. People staring at you. Forgotten, you had forgotten that you had been walking for what felt like forever and people were all around you staring at your tatty warn out clothing. Your skirt dirty. Your hair, messed up and all over the place. Even your shoes were old and warn out. And lets be honest you probably stank. You had been sleeping in hay beds for warmth and there was no water or shower for miles on. You were alone. You saw a family of three skip past you. Heart sinking,a tear rolled down your cheek. Just why. Why couldn't that be you with a smile jolly face? Then something else took your eye. A boy. A boy no older that 11; he wore a blue jacket and a long, black, tall top hat that stook out from the top of his head. He had an extremely cheeky grin in his eye as he causously and slowly made his way to a man no older that 22. You wiped the tears from your cheeks as you watched intently to see what he was about to do next. He was just reaching out and extending his arm out, and then, HE TOOK HIS WALLET. Letting out a giggle, you sat down on the corner of the steet, not moving your eyes from the boy. Then he saw you. He leant against the carage next to him, which was parked for the time being.
"What you starin at aint you never seen a toff," you shook your head. You didnt even know what that was.
" Thats ok, got any loggings? You shook your head once more. He seemed nice his voice sounded calm and not too loud. "Running away from the beak then, yer must be! Running from your mother and father?" You asked was a beak was, you knew he wasnt talking about a birds mouth, that would be ridiculous! He expained that it was like your home.
"No im an orphan, i have come to london to seek my fortune."
"You say you have you have no loggings then, well i know a spectipal old gentleman who will give you loggings for nuffink, follow me. Consider yourself at home...