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None of this was supposed to happen this way, really. Systematically, this was an unpredictable situation. She had displayed all the proper signs of being an intelligent, pretty girl with good grades. She learned quickly, read quickly, and graduated quickly. And if she followed the script to a T, her bills would be paid off from her silly little degree in a mere three years, if she worked at the pace she was. Unless of course, she married young and met a man who was willing to pretend that she hadn't gone to college, but instead held her on the pedestal of her appearance, and paid said bills for her. She had thought of that, multiple times when on dates with men that she was never really deeply interested in, pale blues begging for some sort of fire to burn through these tedious conversations and end them. That never happened. So one day, she simply didn't show up for work. One day, she sold her pretty red car that her parents had bought as a gift, paid things off, and launched her rose gold iPhone into the Trinity River, starting her journey out of California. That had been a few weeks ago, and now she sat calmly among a set of gamblers with wide, slot filled eyes as they watched their luck disappear in the form of tokens and chips. Every so often she could feel the warmth of the Nevada sun tickling through the air conditioned casino, she leaned back into the plush leather seat, taking a break as she crossed her legs at the knee. People watching, really. Las Vegas was good for that, like a live show without having to pay for it, watching a man stagger through the lobby and almost forgetting what time of day it was. Clearly, whatever was in his system had caused him to do the same. Dirt caked the once white soles of her red high tops, one foot absentmindedly bounced as she took a sip from the large water bottle she had pulled from her black JanSport, the grin that tickled her full lips was irresistible. Watching the man beg was amusing enough, sure, but it was when she knew he was looming in her direction, that her head tilted to the other side. Well, she supposed she did look comfortable, sitting on the plush sofa in her light denim shorts and well tanned skin, appeared as though she could offer him some assistance with his debt. Or maybe he was after. . Honey, you got any. . Uh, damn this is awkward. . Got any mon- Nope. Liar. But he couldn't see her smiling eyes behind the red, heart shaped frames that offered cover from the sun on her eyes, bangs brushing over her eyelids as she shifted her head again and looked away. The conversation in her mind was over, even if he was still trying with aims to get money. Sure, Devon Brooks had money on her, but that was none of his business. The twenty something stood, picking up her backpack and tossing it over her shoulder, she walked back into the summer heat, glancing down at the watch on her wrist. Four hours until sundown meant four hours to find a ride through the night. A ride through the Nevada night, or a hotel for herself to wake up and try again. But for now, and her shoes hitting the familiar dirty sidewalks as she moved away from the familiar strip, she would begin her journey again.