Deal story

I'm supposed to meet him in ten minutes.
We go through this song and dance every time. I contact him, we talk for a while, I tell him what I need, he tells me when and where to meet him. There aren't a great number of things in my life that I can call "routine", but this is definitely one of them, and I like it that way. Things like this don't work out unless there's some consistency to hold them together.
What I don't like, however, are the places he likes to have me show up. I don't know if it's personal preference or his way of fucking with me, but whenever we choose to meet up, he always picks out the worst parts of town. Ugly ghettos and dirty downtown districts are his go-to every time. It's like he has a fetish for places that are in desperate need of gentrification.
At least I had the foresight to dress down for this occasion. Most of my "everyday" clothes aren't the same as yours, but I'm starting to learn how to blend in; jeans, gray jacket, white shirt, gray tennis shoes. All simple, no style. I'm a nobody's nobody. If you walk past me on the street right now, I can guarantee that you won't look at me twice.
The only thing that stands out is my hair.