Her footsteps were slow and the ones behind her mimicked the rhythm of her shoes clicking on the sidewalk. Ever since she left the bar. He had kept a good pace behind her and it could have been mistaken if she wasn't watchful.
Her hands snugged tightly in her pocket. As she whistled freely to herself looking as carefree as possible. They were the one being hunted, not her. The one who would be caught will tell.
Just up ahead a good chance to lose this person through a corner alley. It would make things easier rather than waiting to get caught. She didn't know what they wanted. The idea of falling into their trap swayed her. It was reckless. Mark wouldn't have approved.
The bittersweet feeling after thinking of a person you would rather forget. She quickened her pace pushing her legs longer and quicker than before. To create some distance. She should take this leap of faith. Let herself be captured and teach them who she really was.
