"I pull a couple a year, tops.  Low risk, six figures a year easy." She said.<br/><br/>Ashleigh stared at her from across the table, glad that she didn't have any coffee in her mouth when she heard those words, otherwise it would have sprayed out across the table. That wasn't just more money than she had ever seen; it was more money than she could imagine. Yet Izzy spoke about it like this was no big accomplishment.  It was a matter of fact, and nothing special. To Ashleigh, that amount of money was a way out, a start over. The most amount of money she had ever made in a week was four hundred dollars. That was a good week, a great week. But compared to what Izzy was talking, that was pennies. Even a high school drop out could do that math.<br/><br/>Her mouthy, tough exterior had worn down considerably in the last twenty minutes. She had gone from the rebellious street youth who wanted nothing to do with Isadora, to a curious, awe struck teenager who suddenly had some hope. And a hot meal in her belly. She was glad for that, and it had softened her mood considerably. Getting out of the rain was a positive, too. Ashleigh knew that she still had the option to take the money and leave. Izzy didn't seem like the kind of person to go back on her word, and she did say that all she wanted was to talk. A few minutes ago, she might not have believed that making two hundred dollars and a free meal could be that simple. Now she knew it was true. The only problem was, what did she do afterwards? The money would last a couple nights, and then what? Then she'd be back out on the streets, doing this exact same thing. What happened when someone else caught her, someone with a more vicious intent?<br/><br/>"Of course I'm clean," she snapped. Her mother was the addict, not her. Just because she lived on the streets, dressed how she did, talked how she did, that didn't mean she was some loser junkie with more needle holes than brain cells. Her lips were pursed, jaw clenched. She glared at Izzy, annoyed. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she shrugged, a look of defiant indifference still on her face. "I smoke pot." Ashleigh didn't know why told the other woman this, but somehow she felt Izzy would have known if she lied. Besides, it was just weed. Everybody smoked weed. "I haven't for a few days, but . . . that's all I do. It's just weed." She finished.<br/><br/>For the rest of Izzy's speech, she remained mostly silent. There wasn't much for her to say. Trust was something that she had to earn. Even at her young age, Ashleigh knew that better than most. There wasn't anything that she could say to make anyone trust her. She had to prove that she was trustworthy first.<br/><br/>"I understand" There wasn't even a trace of apprehension in her voice. Less than half an hour earlier, she would not have trusted this woman with her first name. Now here she was, preparing to accept a job offer. It could have been a trap, but who would bother trapping her? Maybe she was just looking for some canon fodder, a girl to help her with a quick job. Then when they were done? Clean up any loose ends. Maybe, Ashleigh thought. But it was a risk she was willing to take. You never got anywhere if you didn't take risks. "I'll do anything you need me to do."<br/><br/>Relief. Excitement, maybe. Nervousness? Ashleigh didn't know what she felt after having said those words, after agreeing to work with someone that she barely knew on a job that she didn't know anything about, except that they were going to steal something. It was going to get her off the streets, though, and for that she could only be grateful.<br/><br/>Izzy slipped something across the table, and Ashleigh was astonished to see that it was a key. She stared at it a moment, blinked, then looked upwards to Izzy. "A key to your place?" She asked, though the answer was obvious to her before she spoke. She had been expecting a hotel room at best. Without waiting for an answer, she took the key and stuffed it into her side jacket pocket. No point giving Izzy the chance to reconsider, she thought. Then she looked up. "Let's go."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>The rain had slowed a little bit when they got back outside, though there were less people out now than there had been. It was getting late. Silently she wondered what time it actually was. Ashleigh allowed Izzy to walk half a step ahead, to lead the way. They were going to her apartment, after all, and she had no idea where that was. "Is it far?" She asked, not really caring one way or another, but the silence was bothering her. Ashleigh had spent the last two years living on the streets. A few more minutes wasn't going to hurt her. "You live by yourself?" Izzy had told her to ask her questions, and since Ashleigh had many of them, she was going to start. She had never been shy before. Why start now? "Have a boyfriend or something? Girlfriend?"