C26 Defending

Jade stopped in her tracks, turning to face a slick, suit-clad man with hair slicked back in a style that screamed Italian. His tattoos trailed from his hand up to his neck. Running into a couple of mobsters here wasn't exactly a shocker.

She thought he was looking for a light, lifting an eyebrow in question, lighter in hand, subtly offering it up.

He cracked a smile, not turning it down