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Arya POV.
Where was he? That stupid bull always being late, ‘The best dealer on the entire wall!’ Jon’s words echoed in my mind.
‘Yeah right’ I thought.
I looked around slowly, moving my body.
I could hear footsteps.
"Sorry I'm late 'Arry." he said, half smiling at me.
I looked at him, “Your always late, I’m sick of it.”
“Hey ‘Arry, come on what’s wrong now?” he asked.
“Nothing, I just hate waiting here for two hours for you!” I said.
“Well you dont want this do you?” he said showing me the white powder, “You want me.”
“HOW DARE YOU?” I screamed.
“You Arya Stark want me, you could go to anyone else for these, someone better but you come here, why?” he asked loudly.
I looked around, what if they found out?
I couldn’t risk that, “YOUR THE BEST DEALER ON THE WALL GENDRY THATS IT!” I screamed.
He looked broken.