Propped up along ragged red bricks, she took a forceful drag off of a cigarette. A neon ring of lipstick stained the tip.
She looked at him with pleading eyes, but spat out words that caused him to flinch. Desperation and hatred battled for space on her face.
I thought she might slap him.
Then she pulled a small booklet from behind her back and chirped, "Okay, let's take it from the top."