these new fine dancing steps

What made her stop and pay attention when they first met is that Raja tried to pick her pocket, not the other way around.  Three days into his glorious independence, his nice clothes wrinkled and ripped and his hair a mess, posh accent hanging off him like a school uniform, he sidled up to her — out of all the people in Union Square, out of the entire city of New York — and tried to stick his hand in her backpack.

Becky laughed.  She couldn’t help it.  And then she surprised the hell out of herself by buying him a sandwich and teaching him how to do the business properly.

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