[And a happier street it is; men and women, boys and girls, the working cast of that particular strip of New York enjoy every excuse to touch his shoulder, stroke his hair, gaze lovingly, deeply into his eyes.
Until finally, one girl describes having seen them go into an alleyway, able to describe the brown haired boy as looking about Sing's age, 15 or so, his white t-shirt, his jeans, and that he left alone, but in a different colored shirt, which she had thought was kinda weird, but maybe it was a drug deal or something to dodge cameras. But Ash doesn't seem like a cop, so she can let him know to ask for anyone who saw him leave in a black hoodie and khaki cargo pants.
And that, through another round of flirting, can finally catch him on camera. Which may not do much good if Ash doesn't know every single face of The Unit.]
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Until finally, one girl describes having seen them go into an alleyway, able to describe the brown haired boy as looking about Sing's age, 15 or so, his white t-shirt, his jeans, and that he left alone, but in a different colored shirt, which she had thought was kinda weird, but maybe it was a drug deal or something to dodge cameras. But Ash doesn't seem like a cop, so she can let him know to ask for anyone who saw him leave in a black hoodie and khaki cargo pants.
And that, through another round of flirting, can finally catch him on camera. Which may not do much good if Ash doesn't know every single face of The Unit.]