She Thinks She's A What?

Part 4: Ending A Long Night

*Starting Scene*

Having learned of Maky's profession, Quinn stares off at the river with her arms perched on the boardwalk's railing as they're entwined ahead of her constitution.

Concurrently, Maky intently observes Quinn while possessing his face quite close to the dame's, his hands sunk into his pockets, and demonstrates a blank conduct.

Quinn does her best not to look at Maky, although can clearly be seen getting flustered until forfeiting her efforts amidst gazing westward since the lad hasn't altered his positioning whatsoever and sternly inquires, "What is it?"

Maky bluntly replies. "Hypocrite." He teasingly smiles.

Quinn giggles. "Maybe a little. You just don't appear to be somebody who'd work for a gang."

Maky sharply nods. "I completely agree. I shouldn't be, but the money's good. Plus, I can use what I'm good at to make a living. I think that's one of the best options a person could take."

Quinn smirks. "If you say so. One question though."

Maky emits mild interest via raising his left eyebrow. "Yes?"

Quinn grows a bit serious, some concern notably mixed in. "How did you find yourself in a situation which you would get involved with those sort of people?"

Maky rebuttals without missing a beat. "Sometimes you have to choose to associate with a dangerous group rather than play it safe and alone if you wanna' gain incredible success."

Quinn's stunned as her jaw hangs a tad.

Maky chuckles while shutting his eyes. "Also, I don't like being by myself. Too many negative things pop up in my head when nobody else's around."

Quinn purses her lips with a pensive demeanor established before cheerfully grinning. "Sounds reasonable enough!"

Maky resets his attention towards Quinn with his eyes narrowed, presenting an amused smile. "You learned fast. I'm willing to wager you would've given a critique, even a nonverbal one like you did recently."

Quinn shamefully nods. "You're not wrong. Had I acted automatically, you would've gotten the same result." Confidence takes shape. "But, I paused and thought about it real quick. You wanna' hear what I decided?"

Maky shakes his head. "Not if it's bad."

Quinn giggles and properly confronts Maky via dismounting her arms from the wooden railing.

Maky, having maintained his body bent close to Quinn this whole time, attempts to repair his posture.

In interference, Quinn hurriedly embeds both hands onto Maky's cheeks with the male grimacing from her accidentally hitting his face a bit hard. This causes the young lady to panic substantially and pulls her head rearward slightly. "Oh, crud! Sorry!"

Maky waves off Quinn's reaction via his left hand briefly lifted westward somewhat while closing his eyes. "Don't sweat it. Everybody screws up." He chuckles amidst viewing Quinn again, curiosity ultimately summoned.

Thanks to that, Quinn returns to the initial task as she leans towards Maky with an earnest personality portrayed. "Anyway, you can relax about it being bad. I was merely thinking that this is what I need. You're my ideal guy."

Maky promptly asks with suspicion replacing his behavior. "A chubby, weird, straightforward dude who works for a gang?"

Quinn tries not to laugh prior to nodding. "Sure, although not exactly." The brunette temporarily shuts her eyes so she can go for a kiss, however, is blocked by Maky's left hand poised between their respective mouth. In conclusion, Quinn's baffled as she removes her hands from Maky to have them situated near her abdomen while partially retreating.