Camo in the Rain: Cyberpunk

In the silence between raindrops, he heard her whisper, "Come to me." He tilted his head up and saw the glimmer shine of the camo suit against the glassplex sides of the building. He smiled a little, a wry half-smile that didn't disturb the corner of his mask or the exquisite painted tattoo scrolling across his lips. She was always one for perfect planning, and she'd always loved the rain. Having a price tattooed on her skin hadn't changed that little detail. She'd also always taken risks. His smile vanished, and the tattoo scrolled its message unimpeded. She was taking one hell of a risk in communicating with him. He was legit-from-the-street: legal, treasured, but watched very closely by his investors. His stock would go up if he turncoated.

Inspiration: None.
Story Potential: Ok. See, a good novel requires at least three Big Ideas. A good short story can get away with two, sometimes even one if it's Big enough. This, on its own, isn't. But I had too much fun writing this snippet to toss it away on the discard pile. High potential. It would mix nicely with something else, maybe one of my so-far-Genreless ideas.
Notes: I love that first sentence. So much. I want it to have my babies.