<span style="font-style: italic">"My  names Rena. I'm from America. and I honestly...I wish I knew. All I have is this picture of him with my mother holding me as a baby."</span>She spoke honestly.<br/><br/>"Well I was gonna say if you had a name it would be much better." He rubbed that back of his head again in a way that boys do when they feel like they were being fools. " But he I guess a picture would work, though I must say myself that it would be quite difficult to figure out who he was by a simple picture."<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Umm....I really don't have much money. And I don't know how much food and things are going to cost. I kinda...my mom doesn't know I'm here."</span>She sighed and continued to look down.<br/><br/>"Hey I may be a punkâ€¦but Iâ€™m not poor. Iâ€™ll pay for you to stay at a hotelâ€¦unless you would rather stay at my place." He winked hopefully. Knowing what she was gonna say already. That spending the night at a strangers house would be dangerous. And he agreed completely.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Which language is easier for you? I speak English...but its harder. My mother said my father was Italian...and she's Italian....anyways..."<br/></span><br/><br/><br/>"I prefer English but I speak fluently in both languagesâ€¦although English was my first language. Seems we are opposites then." He laughed full heartily. Allowing his hand to slip into his pant pockets.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry...I'm babbling. I am kinda alone...and don't know anyone. And...its hard to make friends when your a tomboy..." </span>He could hardly believe that it would be hard to make friends. She was doing a pretty damn good hob at it at the moment.<span style="font-style: italic">"You look really cool. Your like uber hot!"</span>At that he smirked the smirk that already said he knew he was hot. A player if you please.<br/><br/>"Well I will admit I was always hanging around tomboyâ€™s as a kid." It was one of his things. Playing sports with girls, and guys. He never picked a guy over a girlâ€¦ever. He thought it would be unfair. "Well lets get you to a hotel. " He said not waiting for an answer. He lead her down the busy street that cars sped down, and people crowded down. He was looking for a certain sign that read "Romania motel." It may have been a bit expensive. But at least he would be assured that she would be taken care of well. The cost would be 80 bucks. But to him that didnâ€™t really matter. He may have been in the red dragon gang. But being in a gang does not nessarily mean that he was poor. Just gave him status for being an asshole. Which he was if he had a reason to be.