Melody asked if I had met any nice guys during my travels. When I said no, she rummaged through her pockets and turned out a handful of condoms. She shuffled the packets and spread them on the table.

"Take one, be safe," she said. "You never know, you might see a handsome man. Wait, I pick one for ya. What color you like?" 

"What colors do you have?"

"I had blue but now only black and white." 

She gave me a sly look. I laughed and rolled my eyes.

"I give you black one." She giggled as she pushed a condom across the table. "Everyone need a black one at least once."