"You fucking bitch!" Keith blurted.

Jazmin smirked. "Is that any way to treat your guardian angel?"

Keith was somewhat intrigued at her cool attitude. Normally when he was pissed at someone they ran for it. Her response had an immediate effect of dropping his anger level a few notches. "I hadn't realized my guardian angel was a pickpocket or maybe I would've passed on the ride," Keith said.

Jazmin came closer and brushed her hand across Keith's face. "Now handsome, what makes you think I took your wallet? A guy like you gets banged around and you blame the innocent girl who tries to help?"

The hurt face Jazmin made should've won her an Oscar. She was certainly doing a number on his mind and it had been a pretty screwed up week. "I'm sorry, doll," Keith appologized. "It's been a rough week. What brings you out here?"

Jazmin smiled warmly. "Would you believe I was coming to see you? I've got a problem and I'm hoping you can give me a hand."

Just then Keith remembered the phone call from Clara that had brought him out on the street. "I got a problem of my own to deal with, but you can tell me your problem on the way if you want to tag along." Keith reached out his hand and flagged down a cab.

"It's a deal," Jazmin responded. She hopped into the cab with Keith and began her story.