He waved to me to be quiet, as if I were annoying background noise. Look, whatever your name is...Benvolio Montague.Right. Look, Benvolio, why don't we go outside and get a taxi? My label has a New York office. We can go there and get you a money order or something. He smile, thinking himself clever. Come on, what do you say?Benvolio raised an eyebrow. I am begining to believe that you are insane.
~ Suzanne Selfors
