You're okay with this

"Okay fine. I'll do it", you say to the delight of Honey, resigning yourself to whatever destination she is taking you. The traffic seems light, and you're already nearing the edge of the city. "So how much will I get paid?", you ask, staring out of the window as you try to picture how this will go down.

"Hundr- Two hundred dollars", Honey says, as if negotiating the price herself. "Or I could... do you a favor in return", she offers. Honey presses a button that causes the car roof to slide open. It's a warm sunny day out, and you find the sudden breeze in your hair surprisingly pleasant.

"A favor?", you ask, your voice a little louder to get above the traffic noises. Two hundred doesn't sound overly unreasonable considering your financial circumstances, but you have to wonder what alternative Honey is offering. She's sweet, but not exactly a super model. So you doubt it'll be of that kind.

"I noticed you were watching Alexa's scene earlier today", Honey replies. "How did you like her tattoos?".

You briefly think back to the black-haired beauty and her tattoo covered body. You didn't manage to get a close look at them, but you remember being stunned by their quality even from a distance. You glance at Honey. "Did... you make those?", you ask, noticing she is swerving the car dangerously close to an old lady at a pedestrian crossing.

Honey nods, evening the car back out on the road. "Yeah- Hang on. Sorry. I... I need to make a brief stop", she excuses herself, before steering the car into a side road. She makes a few more turns and suddenly you are pulling up to a drive-through.

"Can I take your order please.", a mechanical voice from a box demands to know of Honey.

"One almond cappuccino and...", Honey answers the box, before glancing over to you over the rim of her glasses. "Do you want anything?"