Winnie usually loved getting lost. Why bother with signs when an adventure was waiting? She loved hopping into a cab and not having an exact address to give them, instead chatting with the drivers, asking about their favorite restaurants and favorite landmarks.
That night, however, felt like an awful time to get lost. Somehow she’d wound up in a grittier side of town, and despite her desperation to leave and her hastened pace, she couldn’t seem to find anyone suitable enough to give her directions - or, at least tell her how to get away from that place.
When she saw the man walking a few paces in front of her, dressed rather handsomely, Winnie didn’t hesitate. Out of all the people she’d seen so far, he looked the safest. “Excuse me!” she called.