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her.
     
    Then her common sense asserted itself.
     
    Daniel wouldn’t have knocked.
     
    She’d heard about him from Jesse and her mother, and was confident that if Daniel wanted to take her, he’d find her in an alley, or follow her somewhere - he wouldn’t just knock on her door as bold as anything.
     
    Her neighbor pounded on the wall in irritation when Jesse had yelled “Come on, open up, lemme in!”
     
    She didn’t think he’d be offering her a job.
     
    “You’ll get your own spot in the place, one just opened up. They said that if they buy your supplies, they split sixty-forty their favor, if you buy your own stuff they split sixty-forty your favor,” he said.
     
    “Slow down,” she said, laughing.
     
    She patted the bed next to her.
     
    “I didn’t say I wanted the job,” she pointed out.
     
    “Oh, come on, you’ve gotta want the job, you’re so good,” he said.
     
    Allie laughed as she relented. She thought about the rainy days there had been lately, the times she’d needed to dig into her stash.
     
    “I’d fucking love it,” she said. “If they’ll take me.”
     
    “Come on,” he said, standing up. Allie grinned at how much he reminded her of a jack-in-the-box.
     
    “Where are we going?” she asked as he took her hand and pulled her to her feet.
     
    “To interview, obviously,” he said. “Marcos is waiting, I told him you’d want the job. Bring your sketchbook.”
     
    She rolled her eyes and grabbed two different sketchbooks - the new one she’d bought with her caricature money and the very oldest, the one she’d kept deep under her mattress and filled every inch of.
     
    With her wallet and her shoes, that was all she needed.
     
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Marcos was a slim Hispanic guy in his early thirties, his cinnamon skin covered in intricate tattoos that he’d proudly told Allie he designed himself.
     
    He’d told Allie flat-out that he was only interviewing her because Merle and Jesse wanted him to.
     
    She’d said nothing, only passed him her sketchbooks.
     
    He treated them carefully, turning them by the very edges of the page so he didn’t smear any of the work that had been done in pencil.
     
    Three times, Jesse had tried to say something, tried to ask what he’d thought, and three times, Allie had stepped on her friend’s foot.
     
    Finally, Marcos spoke up.
     
    “Damn,” the man said, his voice tinged with approval. “Okay, you’ve got the art, but not everyone who can draw can ink.”
     
    Allie was ready for that, and lifted her shirt and inch and pulled her jeans down with her thumb in the waistband.
     
    “I did that on myself two years ago,” she said.
     
    “Not old enough for a legal tat?” he asked her with a grin.
     
    “Yep,” she said.
     
    He leaned close enough that she could feel his breath on her skin for a moment.
     
    “Damn fine line work, especially for a kid. Got any better since then?” he asked.
     
    She nodded.
     
    “Haven’t done much more on myself, though,” she said. “Didn’t wanna use up all the good spots before I hit twenty.”
     
    Marcos bobbed his head in a cheerful nod.
     
    “Cool, cool. Okay, those assholes aren’t as crazy as I thought. There’s a chair open and it’s all yours if you want it. I pay cash, and if anyone asks, you’re doing an unpaid apprenticeship.”
     
    She grinned at him.
     
    “Suits me fine,” she said. “Jesse said that you take sixty percent if you buy the shit I need?”
     
    “Yeah, but if you ever wanna start buying your own shit, fine by me. Less hassle. You wanna start with house tools?”
     
    “Sure thing,” she said.
     
    “Good,” Jesse said. Apparently that was as long as he could shut up for. “Good, this is really good. You’re in the shop now and you’ll be safe from assholes and tourists, and you’ll make more money, and you can get a real apartment. Maybe in a better part of town. I have a spare