[center][h2][color=B56E42]Milana Ivanov[/color]  &  [color=lightgray]James Emerson[/color][/h2][/center]
 
[color=B56E42]”Fifth and Durum,”[/color] she whispered to herself repeatedly so she could remember to write those down . Her phone's battery had so just happened to die after receiving the message, and she wasn’t going to rely on her faulty memory, not when it was a matter of life and death. Milana searched around for something to write with, and eventually she was successful. Now all she needed to do was get there. Of course, that was easier said than done. The young woman headed to the kitchen to grab a knife. Possibly a questionable choice of weapon, but that was all that was currently available to her. The rest of the belongings she would take with her were already packed in her bag.
 
Finally stepping out, Milana looked down the street in both directions. It was mostly deserted, which was quite the relief for her. With the piece of paper in her hand, she briskly walked towards her car parked across the street. She reached for the key in her back pocket when she noticed a man peering into her vehicle through the passenger side front window.
 
[color=B56E42]”Excuse me, may I help you?”[/color] She approached him cautiously, making sure to keep her distance. [color=B56E42]”That’s my car.”[/color]
 
James heard someone calling him out, then looked up from the vehicle. [color=lightgray]”I was admiring your ride,”[/color] he grinned, resting his forearms on top of the car.
 
[color=B56E42]”Well, I need it now.”[/color] She looked around, growing a bit nervous. She wasn’t planning on this.
 
[color=lightgray]”That’s too bad…”[/color] he added, though not in a threatening matter. [color=lightgray]”Where are ya headed?”[/color]
 
Milana stopped, she was mere inches from the vehicle.[color=B56E42]”I, um…I just need to get somewhere.”[/color]
 
He in turn didn’t respond, but simply stared at her. James was well aware of the fact that he was making the girl nervous, but that's what he sought to do. He wouldn’t shove his gun in her face and force her to give him a ride per se, but if she were to willingly offer it to him, well then that would be another story. [color=lightgray]”Sounds important.”[/color]
 
She couldn’t wait any longer. Milana reached for the knife tucked away in her waistband. James noticed and reacted accordingly, though his glock was concealed in the front. She saw his gun and quickly showed him the knife.
 
[color=B56E42]”Please, I just want to go.”[/color]
 
[color=lightgray]”And I’m just defending myself.”[/color]
 
He was right, to a degree. Milana weighed the odds. The man hadn’t carjacked her up to that point, so that was a good sign. [i]And[/i] he had a gun. If his destination wasn’t too far out of the way for her, then she supposed she could give him a ride. [color=B56E42]”Fine, get in then.”[/color]
 
James smiled, waiting for her to unlock the car for him to be able to get in. It was his lucky day after all.