Streets of Gold

This had been a relatively successful day for Angel, she thought. So far, her luck had been pretty good. She had managed to avoid being spotted as she made her way around New York, and it had brought her to Central Park. That was where a lot of suckers usually hung around from what she could tell. Tourists with nothing better to do would drop by and take a look around to get a better idea of what was there. For Angel, it was the perfect opportunity to try and get herself some money or food. Usually it was the latter that she went after, though, because Angel tended to try and limit what she took for money on a daily basis. Today, she had just wanted a bite to eat. She had managed to find one tourist who had left a bit of lunch unattended, and Angel took her opportunity. She strolled by, looking casual as she could manage, and when no one was looking she snatched up what remained of a sandwich before being on her way.

"Sucker," Angel chuckled to herself as she strolled away. The sandwich didn't have a lot left of it, and it really was more like half of a sandwich at that point because of that, but it was something that Angel would take over anything else that day. She wanted to have something in her so she could carry on like nothing had happened. Just another day on the streets and another day of blending in, she told herself. Sooner or later she might go back to trying to find a family, but after the failures she'd faced? It wasn't likely. For the time being, the blonde was more concerned with her meal. She...

All of a sudden, her thoughts were broken away from. She felt another someone bumping into her, and the surprise from that much almost made Angel loose her lunch. Not in the sense of being sick, but in the sense that she almost let her sandwich drop onto the ground beneath her. The blonde's blue eyes went wide and she went to snatch up her meal again.

"Shit... Shit, shit, shit," Angel muttered to herself. Thankfully, she was able to catch the sandwich before it hit the ground. Relief flooded through her as she stood up straight again, and she looked to see who had bumped into her. It turned out it was a girl a small handful of years younger than her. That was odd. Well... Maybe it wasn't too odd. People came to Central Park every day to see what was there and enjoy themselves. But Pepper seemed to be on her own.

"It's fine. I didn't lose my meal, so it's nothing to worry about," Angel said. She would have been peeved if she had lost her sandwich. It wasn't much, but it had been something that she sorely wanted and needed. Another day, though, she would go after something bigger. For the moment she wanted to ask what was on her mind.

"Do you always come here by yourself?