"Almost? I'll have to work on that then."
She followed his glance and then looked back up at him as he spoke. "I don't care." She admitted. "I'm not shy."
She arched her waist off of the ground so she could reach her hand in her pocket and retrieve the lighter. She tossed it to him. "My step father is an *******, with a capital A. He's an unemployed drunk who likes to take advantage of women, so when he tried that shit on me I took my knife to him." She explained. "Needed stitches." She told him proudly. "He told my mom he cut himself on some broken bottles or something, because if she knew the truth, she'd get rid of his lazy ass, and he needs her money."