Your an assassin. A little girl has just come up to you, handed you all of her pocket money, and ask you to kill her abusive relative.

The fresh coffee beans eliminates in the small cafe. I can't help be feel excited to meet my newest client. They have me on a wild game of guess who, from all their letters written in crayon and dum dum lollipops taped at the bottom, I can't decide if they are insane or just childish.

"Morning, sir." I sit up, looking at the seat in front of me become used. "I'm Max." Pigtails popped out of her head, freckles sprinkled on her vanilla skin. She couldn't be more than 7 years old.

"Not that I'm judging, but aren't you a little young to want someone killed, sweetheart?" I asked taking a sip of my coffee.

"Well..." she started when a man, in a nice gray suit, walked over. He was an older guy, gray hair, little chubby, sweat radiating from his hair, shiny bald spot in the back, everything scream 'business'.

"I'm sorry sir, is my daughter bothering you?" He asked placing a sweaty hand on her shoulder, a firm grip indeed. The little girl cringed at the sudden touch. She sat still, tensed, almost about to cry.

"Oh no, she's fine. The kids around here love to hear my war stories and see my war scars."

"Alright, well just give me a holler and she'll be outta your hair." He walked off, to a table of other business guys a couple tables away.

Once he was gone, she softly whispered "Please, I want it to stop."

"Hmm." I sigh deeply thinking. " I'm outta coffee. Come with me to get more?" She nons and stands up. I can now see she has on a pair of overalls and a flower shirt. Her shoes had little lights that flashes when she walked. I follow the smell of fresh coffee beans to the front counter. "Refill, and a small orange juice please." The guy behind the counter nods and begins making both orders. Max hands me a couple bills and several coins, pocket change. "Their both on me, sweetheart." I closed her hand tight. "keep the change." I winked.

"Thank you." She smiled pure joy.