"Standing up? Standing up for what?"
Dirk Carter asked.
The woman pouted and said, "It's just a few punks, they keep harassing me, so I arranged to confront them here. You're so strong, just stand behind me and be my bodyguard for a bit. Once it's over, I'll treat you to a late-night snack."
Dirk Carter waved his hand and said, "I'm not getting involved in this kind of thing, you better find someone else."
"Hey, mister, don't be so stingy, it's not a big deal. You seem nice, help me out..."
The woman swung Dirk Carter's arm in a coquettish manner.
"It's not that I won't help you, I don't even know you, and besides, why would I go looking for trouble?"
Dirk Carter said seriously.
The woman quickly said, "I'm called Talia, like the peach, alright, now we know each other."
"No, no, I'm not agreeing to this."
Dirk Carter once again waved his hand, trying to free himself from her.
Just then, five motorcycles stopped at the café's entrance.
