Age Over Beauty...
Age Over Beauty...
“Hey, wait up, you dropped your wallet,” he shouted, jogging toward the girl. As he handed over her wallet he noticed that her eyes were red. His eyes wandered to her hands, white from gripping her keys, one pointing out.
“Are you okay?”
She shook her head but didn’t speak, her eyes going wide as she looked over his shoulder.
“He’s coming...”
“Don’t worry,” he said, about to walk with her when someone grabbed him.
He spun around to see an elderly man gripping his arm. “Don’t. She’s a lure. There are people waiting around the corner to rob you.”










