I roll my eyes, "like I haven't heard that line before". I sigh, where the hell is Mike??
I look around, there are only a few people out here, some in groups of two or three, some shamelessly making out..
As my eyes wandered, my gaze is met with a man standing next to a car. I narrow my eyes by reflex. The man was having a smoke while leaning on the car, feels like he had been watching me.
"Need a ride?" He yells out and I politely decline by shaking my head. No need explaining myself to him.
The man nods.
I grunt at how heavy Lyla had become, she's slowly loosing consciousness and probably her sanity too.
She pouts, "the nice man wants to help take us home, let's follow him" she said
Oh my, whatever happened to don't give them face cause they're looking for desperate women who wants their money. Here she is telling me to accept a ride from a total stranger.
