This time, she desperately wanted to escape from Simon.
***
Ethan, who had been drinking at the basement pub of P Hotel, went out through the back door to get some fresh air. He encountered a rather explicit scene.
A scantily clad woman was walking towards the taxi stand. Even though it was the tail end of winter, the night wind was biting.
"Isn't she cold?"
Given the late hour, he initially thought she might be a sex worker. But upon closer observation, something seemed off.
The woman standing under the streetlight was crying. With a face as if she bore all the world's pain alone, she even walked unsteadily as if her leg was injured.
It's dangerous.
He worried that she might run into trouble if she tried to catch a taxi in that state.
Whether it was cheap sympathy, his unnecessarily meddlesome nature, or perhaps because he found the woman's crying face quite appealing...
"Excuse me."
