Jayson walks down Bliss Town’s Main Street, humming lightly to himself. The warm sun shines on him, and the smell of smog and trash lingers in the air. He passes the caution tape around Samantha's Spa, and Lexia runs next to him, panting and smiling.

“Hey, Jayson! I took care of the problem!” says Lexia, wiping sweat off her brow and following close behind him, smelling like trash and the plague.

“It wasn't a problem,” says Jayson.

Lexia scoffs. “How about an ‘Oh wow, That was sooo~ kind and helpful of you for saving me twice’?”

Jayson looks at Lexia from over his shoulder. “Are you on meds, by any chance?”

“Ah, deflection. Classic. But I know what you're thinking but are too afraid to say it.” Lexia clamps her hands next to her cheek and puts on a poor imitation of his voice as she slightly leans over to him. "Oh, Lexia, my sweet sugar and chocolate cookie, I don't want to repay you. That'll ruin your kindness!"

She slides around in front of Jayson, poking him in the chest with her finger, bringing him to stop and stare at her with a small frown. Which she meets with a sickly smile.

“But to that, I say yes, you do owe me. You owe me... 20 bucks!” says Lexia.

Jayson rolls his eyes and walks around her.

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“Jayson?” says Lexia.

Jayson keeps walking.

“Jayson!” calls Lexia.

Jayson rounds the corner.

“JAYSON!” screams Lexia, her booming voice causing small songbirds to fly away.

“Bite me!” snaps Jayson, his voice echoing from around the corner.

Lexia growls, then coughs, and then runs after Jayson. He looks over his shoulder just in time to see Lexia slide around the corner, her boots scraping against the old sidewalk. Jayson spreads his arms out challengingly while Lexia stomps forward.

“Are you challenging me on my side?” says Jayson.

“Just because we had a nice time at the reservoir doesn't mean you can stiff me twenty bucks,” says Lexia.

“Oh? So, you did like dressing down and holding me. How nice. I guess you do care after all, my sugar and chocolate cookie,” says Jayson with a smirk.

Lexia's hot, sickly face scrunches, her eyes narrow, and she pulls out a baton.

“Twenty bucks by five pm or I'm rearranging your face,” says Lexia.

“No,” says Jayson.

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes!”

“I don't have 20 bucks. I'm a hobo, remember.”

Lexia’s harsh stare remains for a few seconds as her eyes and pink nose twitch. Then she suddenly grins, returns her baton, and slides next to Jayson, propping herself against his shoulder.

“Aaaah~ But you see, I know you're a smart hobo,” says Lexia. She knocks her fist on Jayson's head. “I know your big brain has something locked in there that can get me 20 bucks.”

Jayson slides away from Lexia. “Well, I'm happy to disappoint you. There is nothing in my head to get you 20 bucks.”

“Have you tried washing car windows at red lights?”

“Have you tried using your bank to get 20 bucks?”

“Why would I go to the bank? You're the one that owes me 20 bucks.”

Jayson scoffs and waves off Lexia as he walks away. “Whatever. I'm going to see what kind of trash is at Sam and Mann's Super Market.”

“Check for coins in the parking lot. Oh! And beg for money and pretend you have a family to feed. You gotta tug on the heartstrings. Make them feel guilty!”

Jayson grumbles irritably and continues walking.