The Runaway (Morell and PrincessSkye)

[Morell]

Markus was having one of those days. Trouble at the office had caused him to work much later than normal, and to make matters worse it was pouring outside. He had the driver bring the car around front to limit his time in the rain.

His long, thick trenchcoat kept him warm as he waited. He had brought his umbrella but it was not necessary with the valet area outside his office. He took a quick look around to see the most curious sight. What appeared to be a young girl was sitting all alone in a small bus stop.

He popped his umbrella and made a quick trot towards her.

He stood outside the bus stop, "Hey you, girl," he called to her. His normally well kept medium length hair was a little tossed from the stresses of the evening. "Why are you out here in the rain? Come, I'll give you a ride."

Just then the car pulled up, finding him across the street and adjusting accordingly. Markus extended his hand to the girl, anxious to get a better look at her, but from what he could see so far, she was rather cute.

 

[PrincessSkye]

Sarah hurried down the rain-slicked street, her long black hair plastered to her scalp and her thick woolen coat soaked through.
In her head the same forlorn thoughts circled darkly. No-one wanted her and she had nowhere left to turn. She needed to get out of town. She needed to GO.

Under her coat was a slim-fitting black tshirt, a pair of tight black jeans and a pair of Dr Marten boots, all chosen for their practicality, rather than the way they hugged her slender body.

The circle of thin light given off by a streetlight made her slow, and then halt. A bus-stop. With her meager change she could catch a bus a decent way. Maybe from there she could hitch-hike. Make it out of state at least...
Sarah sat down, slumped in the scant cover provided by the bus station. She was wet to the bone, and cold, but her thoughts kept her distracted.

She was so lost inside her own head that she didn't see the stranger approach 'til he spoke.

"Um... A ride? Where to? I can't pay you." She said, hesitantly.

 

[Morell]

Markus stepped into the bus stop and took her hand, pulling her to her feet.

He laughed at her remark, "You don't need to pay me. And I'll take you wherever you need to go."

He got a good look at her now. She was very young and devastatingly beautiful. It took him by surprise. His other hand jestured towards his car. "A pretty girl like you has no business on a bus. It's the least I can do. Please don't make me beg." He smiled at her.

 

[PrincessSkye]

Sarah was unsure of the stranger and it showed. She stood up hesitantly, wrapping her sodden coat around her tightly.

"That would... That would be great, thanks. I don't really know where I'm going though..." She made it through the sentence falteringly before her teeth started to chatter.

"I'm Sarah." She said, looking up at him through her heavy lashes, trying to ascertain his intentions.

 

[Morell]

"Nice to meet you, Sarah. I'm Markus," he said warmly. "I'm also very cold, as are you, no doubt." His hand extended again, trying to hurry her into the car. "Let's get out of the rain and then decide where to take you, yes?"

Markus went ahead, tilting his head forward he ducked into the car and moved over so as to give her room. He patted the seat next to him for encouragement.

 

[PrincessSkye]

Sarah slid her long, slender legs across the supple leather, edging into the car with a strange man. She kept her coat wrapped tightly around her, unsure of her company.

"Um... Thanks, I guess." she murmured, inspecting the stranger more closely now that she was in the warm car.

 

[Morell]

Markus lay one leg over the other and turned towards her. "So... Sarah, what brings you to the bus stop on this miserable day?"

The driver didn't wait for instruction. Instead, he just drove, not really anywhere in particular, but made sure to stay around downtown in case Markus needed anything.

He studied her form. The damp air clumped her hair together in moist little tubes. It looked very cute, he thought. Her makeup was the slightest bit runny. Perhaps she had been crying? Her body language screamed defensive. Perhaps she had reason not to trust a man? All this he took in within a matter of seconds, sizing her up. He always made sure a cool bottle of water was in his cupholder at all times. He reached down, grabbed it, twisted off the cap and offered it to her.