" Why would you be my friend? What do you get out of it?”
I consider that question as I sip from the bottle of rum, sitting back down in my chair. “The truth?”
“Please.”
“I’m bored,” I admit. “I came to the city because of a movie, too. The Godfather. But reality? It’s nothing like it is in the movies. Most days we just sit around, waiting for something to happen. It’s monotonous. The world, it’s all in black and white, but you? You’re so many shades of red, woman, and color me curious, but I find myself not so bored with your bullshit around. "

― J.M. Darhower , Menace (Scarlet Scars, #1)