"Wait, please tell me your name," Hawk's voice was like he was pleading for it. He can't lose her again tonight without knowing anything about her, even just her name.
"You need not to know," She replied and ran as hurriedly as she could. Hawk, desperate to know more of her, chased her as she escaped but just as fast as she came, so was she when she left. As he lost sight of her, he thought of all the possible ways she could have taken and ran to the first direction he could think of. He was not done with her and he can't just allow her to slipped away tonight. He needed something, something that could give him assurance or hope that he'll meet her again.
Few minutes of chasing blindly and he finally caught a glimpse of the woman he was looking for. He saw her passing through a traffic bridge, walking steadily barefoot. Both of her heels hung on her right hand.
Was she that desperate to run away that she didn't even have time to fix her heels?
