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Bah. He hated asking for help. It wasn't an ego thing... well, okay, maybe it was kind of an ego thing. He'd lived in New York for almost his entire life: how could he still get lost? But if he didn't grit his teeth and get some directions, he could lose the rest of the money. The customer was pretty insistent than the envelope had to get delivered tonight. So he hesitated outside of the bar, and he noticed this guy - he looked around his age, maybe a little older - who was standing near the door. He almost looked like he was waiting for someone, but Zain didn't see anyone and he wasn't on the phone so... he decided to talk to him. "Hey," he greeted the stranger with a sheepish smile, "Do you have a second?"
It wasn't like a drug dealer couldn't be good with a map, but Zain didn't hang around those types of people. Not by choice, anyway. When he was juvie, he knew a lot of guys who'd gotten into that kind of stuff. He wasn't interested - for a lot of reasons; his mom would hate it, he didn't have the money to burn on something he couldn't eat, and it didn't seem worth the risk. Especially once he got out of juvie. He didn't want to end up in jail. "Uh, no," he said quickly, eyes widening, "I don't need any... stuff," he didn't want to come out and say 'drugs' but that's what he was talking about, and then he dug the yellow post-it out of his back pocket where he'd written down the address. "But thanks."
The belated 'thanks' came as an afterthought. He didn't want to be a jerk because he did still need the help (just... not the looking-for-drugs kind of help). "How are you with directions? I'm trying to find this place on the river," he explained, "It's a storage facility. Do you know it?" Zain turned the post-it note over to the guy, adding, "I'm supposed to deliver something down there by midnight, and... uh, I'm not sure which way to go," but he knew he was cutting it a little close. "Do you mind pointing me in the right direction?" He was sort of hoping he could get the help without having to give up something in exchange - he really needed that fifty dollars, and he didn't have anything else on him. But he guessed he could always offer to buy the guy a sandwich (assuming his boss wouldn't be pissed at him for bringing a drug dealer into the restaurant - unless he did a delivery, and even if the guy came to the restaurant, he wouldn't be coming to deal drugs, right?).