The raindrops were falling repeatedly on my unresponsive head. For twenty plus minutes I’d been sitting on a park bench watching the occasional car drive by. There wasn’t much to see at 2 in the morning. I wasn’t expecting to see anything anyways. I stared off into space, my blood red lips starving for a taste of nicotine. Seconds later what could quite possible be described as fate pulled up along the curb in front of me.

“Need a ride?” A male voice called out a car window. The window rolled down and a clean cut, young white man flicked his cigarette. I looked down at my white button up blouse and black mini skirt. I could feel my hair falling out of place from the weight of the rain. I knew I looked like crap. Without a word I walked over to the passenger’s side door and hopped in the stranger’s vehicle.