"I have a proposition for you. More like a business deal if you will." The man had a gravelly type voice like Oscar the Grouch. His sparkling green eyes reminded her of her cat Mr. Tickle-Whisker Herman Schneider . He was a white man, very white. Jeanette considered giving him the number of her tanning salon. Sure the weather was just now getting warmer, but really, no one should have skin like that. He had golden blond hair that was whipping in the wind, with a Fabioesque feel.
"Okay, shoot." She said.
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