"Sorry sir, may I ask you?" "Erika asked a young man who was leaning to his car, smcking. He raised his sights with astonishment, staring at her; she was holding her high heels, and her shoulders were shivering from the cold.
Sure," he replied, taking off his jacket. She was trying to warm her hands; the moonlight over his dark eyes glow nicely; she could tell this man was one of the wealthy gentlemen from the way he wore and his car model.
"Where is the nearest bus station?"I want to get back to LA." The young man told him that it was already two hours after midnight, and he wanted to cover her with his jacked, but a strange sound came out of his car.
"What was that?" She asked, stepping back, her eyes once towards the car and trembling to keep her focus with him. A dark cloud hid some of the moonlight.
