He bent down to pick up her phone, which had been tossed aside in the scuffle. The impact was severe enough that the battery cover had popped off. She was trying her best to pull herself up—to no avail.

Crouching down beside her, he looked down and saw her torn stockings and

He pushed the driver's seat far back—he had no choice, his legs were simply too long. The interior of her car was just as he had imagined: completely bare of any decoration, save for a crystal star hanging from the rearview mirror that twinkled with a faint, shimmeri

Back home, she applied an ice pack to her ankle. When she finally lay down in bed afterward, the memory of that man's parting expression crossed her mind once more.

She felt a slight spark of annoyance. *Just listen to the kind of nonsense he was spouting!*