I hated this part of the town. All these beautiful shops and I hardly had a buck to spare these days. So much for being a Valkyrie in training. And seriously why did dry cleaning have to cost so damn much?

I stand there drooling over myself over a sleek pair of polished black, 6" heeled, knee-high leather boots. They were gorgeous and I needed them for my well being. Not like I had anywhere to wear such great boots. Clubbing was far and few in between excursions. Sighing sadly my attention is drawn away from the window for a small ruckus. That was the new guy and it looked as though he was trying to steal a new sword.

"Come on...not on my day off..." I mutter under my breath before a new breath comes from behind me. It makes me jump.

"Do you talk to yourself that so very often?" Tyr chuckles. I give him a little push. He hardly looks hurt with that grin on his face.

"Don't you know better than to come up behind a girl like that," I retort trying to recover my little unawareness. I jerk my chin towards the new guy. "Didn't he call you?"

"I'd have rather you called me," Tyr says shrugging. "Why would he?"

"Well...isn't it obvious?"...