Tom stood outside Lisa's apartment as he waited for her to get there. It wasn't until the twentieth minute before his phone rang.
It was a different number but he could guess it was Lisa. Just how many phones did she have? He quickly took the call but before he could say anything, she spoke first,
"Meet me at the parking lot." She said and quickly disconnected the call.
He looked at his phone in confusion but did exactly as she asked.
He hurried towards the parking lot and a small black sportscar honked at him which surprised him.
That wasn't the car he had seen her use the last time. Just how did she live?
She signalled for him to join her inside and he hopped into the passenger's seat.
"What's wrong?" He asked looking at her face.
He could definitely tell something was up with her.
Lisa sighed deeply. It had been a really long day for her.
