Faye adjusted the Green safety vest over her shirt, her plastic litter picker opening and closing with a quiet click as she squeezed the handle. The sharp smell of exhaust fumes and hot asphalt hung over the street, but she ignored it, focusing only on the crushed soda cans and candy wrappers scattered along the gutter.
A few feet away, Malo was dragging his feet, barely making an effort as he swept a rake over the gravel.
Further down the sidewalk, Bambi Butcher was aggressively stabbing at a stray piece of paper.
After Malo brought up her name regarding the gas station incident, the security footage had cleared up any doubts. The GPS handed Bambi a heavy fine and sentenced her right alongside them.
Malo had a habit of dragging everyone down into his messes, and Bambi was just the latest victim of his mouth.
