Avon

His arms tighten around me and he says, “If you’re good at something, you like doing it, and you can make money at it, you should go for it.”

“So I should be a prostitute?” I argue, and he chuckles against my back.

“Don’t sell yourself short. You could be a high-­end escort.”

“The only thing we have in common is we both breathe oxygen. And for a while there I wasn’t even too sure about that. I had a sneaking suspicion he came from another planet. Planet Narcissist to be exact.”

She’d feel more confident applying her theoretical knowledge once she had some experience with the fundamentals.