"Get in," he enthusiastically invited her, "Despite the heavy flow of people here, there are very few taxis going to the city district. You'll have a hard time getting one."
Jaylene turned and walked away, completely ignoring the man as she swiftly headed towards the bus station.
Unable to catch a red taxi, she couldn't believe there were no buses going to the city district either, so she decided to take a bus back tonight.
However, the bus station was still quite far from where she was standing, at least 500 or 600 meters away, and she could not walk quickly with her recently sprained ankle. With every additional step, the pain in her ankle flared up again.
Meanwhile, the bright headlights of the Lamborghini constantly shone in front of her, as if to say, 'If you don't get in, I'll follow you all night.'
