I watched as the kid devoured the breakfast, picked up the drink and downed it in one but as 'he' did the hood that was covering 'his' face fell away, showing a mass of black hair, she looked up at me with those blue eyes and with a face of an angel, I nodded and asked, "Another?" I had seen this so many times as a cop but most of them were at the side of the road, dead, raped or beaten to an inch of their lives.<br/><br/>She cleared her throat and answered, "please," I smiled and raised my hand to the waitress, she walked over and looked in disgust at the kid, she did 'smell' a bit "Another coke and a black coffee please," I eyed the counter and asked "And a large piece of pie for my daughter here," I winked at the girl, the face of the waitress was a picture as she scurried away to fill my order.<br/><br/>I smiled, "my name is Max, don't worry, I'm not after 'anything'" she knew what I meant, I could see she was clean (no drugs) as well, "I have been on the road for a number of years myself," I wasn't going to ask questions of this kid, it was her business, maybe she was seventeen or eighteen, I couldn't tell, she was filthy and in need of a bath ... badly.