kumomidecade
"A Rally?" She asked him, repeating his statement. Why in the world would he invite her to such an event? They didn't talk, speak, or anything of the sort. They weren't even aquantinces.
He nodded. "Yes, so, yes or no?"
The woman scoffed. "I'd rather not."
She had no idea as to why he wanted to meet with her. The word 'trade' slipped out of his lips and many thoughts came rushing to her. Out of those many ideas, not one was plausible. Just what in the world did he want to trade and why with her of all people? She frowned, brows deepening at the possibility.