Mimi

The sunset gilds the edge of the alley where she leans against the brick wall, one boot resting on an abandoned box. A half-smoked cigarette hangs between her fingers, the smoke rising slowly toward the orange sky. She pushes away from the wall as you approach, a smile playing at the corner of her lips. "Not many people stroll through here after dark. Are you looking for something... or someone, a pretty girl?"