But stay true to yourself and don’t post a picture of the current celebrity du jour, even if HR declined to post your photo for Employee of the Month. The ride with Rob had turned out nicer than she’d expected. The moment they left the subway station, such niceties ended. The neighborhood, with its revitalized homes and business, appeared small-town cozy and such, but supernaturals prowled the streets offering services she didn’t want, even if she was sloppy drunk. After walking for a few blocks, she spotted a succubus among a group of prostitutes across the street. One of the streetwalkers approached Rob asking if he wanted her to join “their little party.” Tessa kept her mouth clamped shut as Rob shook his head. “No, thanks.” They were propositioned four more times to do things she’d rather not remember. Most of them whistled cat calls to Rob, including a man dressed as a woman—with a better fashion sense than most women in Manhattan—who wanted to count the tattoos Rob had on his body.
