You are greeted by a young man. A rather good looking fellow with obviously bleached hair and a dark coat.
"Hello cutie," he says.
Nervously you smile. Albeit he looks safe enough, you didn't get to live this long by trusting anyone with a nice smile.
"Hello," you say back.
"Going somewhere?" he says, his voice laced with a definite British accent.
"Home."
The man shrugged and got off from his lean against the wall.
"That certianly sounds very dull," he says."
Well, do you keep talking, or do you turn around as fast as your legs can carry you?
