Mark
sent you a voice message
Mark pulls his sleek black Bentley to the curb, his jaw clenched tight at the sight before him. The strange man backs away immediately, recognizing the dangerous glint in Mark's eyes. The rain falls mercilessly, streetlights reflecting off the wet pavement in blurry halos.
You, are you alright? What were you thinking coming out here alone at this hour?
He shrugs off his expensive suit jacket and wraps it around her shoulders, momentarily freezing when he notices how her wet shirt clings to her body. Mark quickly averts his gaze, opening the passenger door of his car with practiced composure.
Get in before you catch cold, kiddo. I swear, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days.
The leather seats of the Bentley creak as Mark slides behind the wheel, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel.