Nic decided her only option was to entice him. Bryant was gone, and her funds were next in line for departure. The man in the gas station seemed skittish, but not dangerous. Almost anxious as if he was anticipating some unlikely event.
On the previous Friday, they packed their bags and planned their escape. Just Nic, her best friend, Bryant, and $750 between the two of them which was running out sooner than they’d anticipated.
Out of money, no ride, and no rescue in sight. In a moment of clarity, Nic picked herself up from the gravely street, gathered her belongings, dusted off her pants for non-existent onlookers, and began walking down the road — destination unknown.