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Who: Nisa and Allan
What: Nisa expresses her gratitude after being able to rid herself of the misery of allergies thanks to Allan's recommendation.
Where: Nottingham
When: November 11th, afternoon

Closing a stall be oneself was not the worst thing one could endure but when you had children hanging around, watching your every move, you were more prone to slipping up. Nisa hated being watched when she had to close up 'shop' so to speak. She had to count everything, make sure it was properly put away, and that became difficult when some young boys were trying to weasel something from you. They had yet to learn that Nisa was not her brother. She did not crave the admiration and love of everyone so she was not willing to buy that admiration with leftovers. The boys did not seem to realize as they continued to tell her of the last time they got 'treats' as they called them.

Nisa stopped wrapping some leftovers and addressed the boys. "How do you know I am not going to have this tonight?"

"Why would you want something you have all the time?"

"I do not have it all the time. I make it all the time," she pointed at the boy who spoke, "There is a difference."

"The other man lets us," another boy said, using the larger boys as a type of shield. Nisa eyed him with a raised eyebrow.

"The other man is not here. He is," Nisa paused, she had to think about where Nazar would be given the time of day. He had a certain schedule of laziness or rather, schedule of not working. He was an active man but work was not part of that - not always anyway. "Away."

"When will he be back?"

Nisa sighed, "What do you do with your money your mothers give you to buy food with?"

The boys looked surprised as though the woman in the stall were some sort of mind reader. Nisa stood and awaited her answer.

"All sorts of things," one of the boys replied.

"Hmm," Nisa tossed them some wrapped leftovers - meat that would have been sold for a decent price if the stall were not closing down for the day. "From now on you only come around when 'the other man' is here, yes? I cannot shut my stall down properly with -" she motioned to the boys, "hovering. The next time you come around I tell your mothers you are pocketing their coins. Understood?"

While the meeker two of the group seemed intimidated by the small stall girl, the 'leader' opened his mouth, "You don't know what my mum looks like."

"Short yellow hair," Nisa put her hand out and raised it a bit above her head, "this tall, green eyes, always with a little brown haired girl who cries." She pointed at one of the other boys, "Your mother has red hair, stands with her hands on her hips every time she's looking at something, blue eyes, always wears a woven necklace. And -"

"Thank you, Miss!" the larger boy said before ushering his friends away. Nisa watched them go before finishing her work.