Watching Sophie Foster take out two hundred from her wallet, Nicholas Croft paused his action of smoking. Just as he was puzzled, those two red banknotes were presented in front of him. Sophie, with a slightly shy smile, said, "Um, your skills are quite good, made me feel really comfortable... this two hundred is your tip. I know that with your skills, it should actually be more..."
Looking at the money handed to him, Nicholas took a drag of his cigarette, playfully blowing out the smoke, "Why shouldn't I be the one tipping you?"
Sophie scratched her head while holding onto her backpack strap, "That wouldn't be the same. If I took your money, the nature of it would change."
"Why?" Nicholas looked at Sophie with a half-smile, and she hung her backpack on her shoulder, meeting his gaze seriously, "I don't sell myself."
"Then what would you call last night?" Nicholas leisurely exhaled smoke, seemingly enjoying teasing Sophie.
