06-12-2014, 07:10 PM
To tell the truth, she was a little nervous. The streets were lit well enough, but there were things she really didn’t want to have to deal with, including getting mugged. She walked at a brisk pace, hands in her coat pockets, trying to ignore the snowflakes that kept getting caught on her lashes. My nose is probably red...she thought as a car or two made its way past her.
Zoya hadn’t gotten more than a few blocks away from the station when she heard another vehicle approach. This one, however, clearly slowed down as it came nearer. For an instant, her entire being became alert. She didn’t stop, thinking that it was safest for her to continue walking and try to ignore whoever that was, but then the driver spoke.
He startled her, and as she turned her face to look at Ivan, Zoya stopped. “What…”
Hero cop strikes again.
She looked up and down at both sides of the street and frowned. It would be utterly ridiculous to ignore his offer now. After he stopped, she stepped closer to the car and bent down just enough to better see him inside. He smiled at her, and in her gratitude, a small smile of her own formed.
“That was before the snow. Now? Now I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”
For an instant she was glad that aside from the two of them, the street was momentarily deserted, and that he was still driving about in the cop car. There was no need for anyone to misconstrue the situation. She also didn’t think that anybody would believe a hooker would be brazen enough to strut her stuff so close to the precinct. She would have also very much liked to believe that she didn't look like a hooker.“How about I ride up front this time? Hmm?”
Not waiting for an answer, she opened the door and slid in the front seat. “I think I’ve seen enough of your back seat for one night.”
Zoya hadn’t gotten more than a few blocks away from the station when she heard another vehicle approach. This one, however, clearly slowed down as it came nearer. For an instant, her entire being became alert. She didn’t stop, thinking that it was safest for her to continue walking and try to ignore whoever that was, but then the driver spoke.
He startled her, and as she turned her face to look at Ivan, Zoya stopped. “What…”
Hero cop strikes again.
She looked up and down at both sides of the street and frowned. It would be utterly ridiculous to ignore his offer now. After he stopped, she stepped closer to the car and bent down just enough to better see him inside. He smiled at her, and in her gratitude, a small smile of her own formed.
“That was before the snow. Now? Now I think I’ll take you up on that offer.”
For an instant she was glad that aside from the two of them, the street was momentarily deserted, and that he was still driving about in the cop car. There was no need for anyone to misconstrue the situation. She also didn’t think that anybody would believe a hooker would be brazen enough to strut her stuff so close to the precinct. She would have also very much liked to believe that she didn't look like a hooker.“How about I ride up front this time? Hmm?”
Not waiting for an answer, she opened the door and slid in the front seat. “I think I’ve seen enough of your back seat for one night.”