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“Stripper. Been an outbreak of the clap at the nightclub,” Arden replied, the corners of his mouth twitching into a mischievous little smirk. He took another drag of his cigarette. “Work for my family’s company in the shipping department. What about you?”

Lottie burst out laughing at his response, tipping her head to the side and running her eyes over his body in consideration at the idea.  “Shame, I hear that can be nasty,” she agreed, her own smirk firmly on her lips.  Copying his move she took a drag herself, leaning back against the wall.  “The stripper sounded far more fun,” she quipped.  “I’m a student, chemistry before you ask.  So what sort of stuff are you shipping?”