She watches out the window again, her eyes scanning for any other vehicles. An SUV of the same make and model as the one that shadowed them into the slums pulls up beside them, and she tenses, putting her hand on the .45 in her purse (she insisted).
The light changes and it rolls on by, completely without incident. The air goes out of her again.
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Date: 2010-03-07 01:53 am (UTC)The light changes and it rolls on by, completely without incident. The air goes out of her again.
She cuts a look across at him.
He looks so young.