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her left, a tall man in a tuxedo stood stall, her
purse in his hand.
    “Excuse me, but I think you dropped this.” He
was much taller than her. He had dark brown hair that was slicked back along
his head, and there was the slightest evidence of grey hair running along his
temples. He was clean shaven, and unquestionably handsome. It was hard to tell
in the dark light of the alley. “Oh, thank you. I – I can’t thank you enough. I
thought I was going to die!” Lucy clutched her purse close to her body. She
reached in and pulled out the can of mace. The tall man looked down at the
robber. “That’s certainly no way to treat a lady, you know.” Lucy smiled a
little, even though she thought she was going to throw up in her mouth from the
sheer terror of what had just happened. She didn’t really want to throw up in
front of her savior though. Instead, she pulled out the can of mace and sprayed
it into the eyes of the unconscious man. The tall man looked at her and smiled.
“I don’t think that was necessary, but hell, he probably deserved it.” Lucy
kept looking at her assailant. A thin line of blood was tracing its way down
his face.
    “It looks like he nicked your face with his
knife. Why don’t you follow me, and we’ll get you all fixed up.” Lucy looked at
the tall man. Should she trust him? She didn’t even know his name. You know the
rule you learn as a kid: “Don’t talk to strangers.” Well that applied ten-fold
in the city. Maybe he was worse than the robber. Maybe he was a serial-killer
in a suit. I’m sure those exist, she thought to herself. The man smiled at her
and held out his hand. Lucy grabbed it, and he gently took her and led her out
of the alley. Parked in the street was a black car with tinted windows. Uh-oh,
she thought to herself. Maybe he was in the mafia or something.
    He held her hand as she got into the car. Her
heart was still racing, and tears still streaked her face. He got in after her
and plopped down on the comfy seats. She could see a small metal bucket in the
corner with ice in it. She looked at him for the first time in the light, and
could make out his features with a little more accuracy. He was slim and fit,
and his tuxedo hugged his body perfectly. He had a strong jaw-line, with a
little bit of a 5 o’clock shadow – it was clearly not a look he normally
sported. There were dark circles under his eyes, like he had been up for days,
but the eyes themselves were a dark green color. Like a forest after a storm.
At the same time, they looked sad, they looked lost. At least that was Lucy’s
first impression.
    “Arnold, will you take me and my new friend home
please? Thank you.” The man in front looked as big and strong as a professional
boxer, but he was all dressed up in a suit. He turned his head slightly. “Very
good, sir.” Her hero sighed a little, and tilted the metal bucket with his
hand, the ice clinking against the sides. “It’s shame, that was a perfectly
good half-bottle of champagne.” Lucy laughed a little, and she snorted while
she did. Her hands immediately went to her mouth, and she could feel her face
turn beat red. The man laughed in a good-humored way.
    “My name is Jack Sorenson, may I ask what your
name is?” Lucy looked at him for a second. He seemed trustworthy. She felt...
oddly comfortable around him. “My name is Lucy, it’s a pleasure to meet you Mr.
Sorenson.” He chuckled a little. “You can just call me Jack.” She smiled at
him. “Ok Jack. I’m sorry that you had to waste your bottle of champagne on that
man’s head. I bet that bottle of champagne probably cost more than all of the
money I had in my purse and then some.” Jack smiled at her. “Well, it was well
worth it. Frankly, I wasn’t really in the mood to have any more champagne
tonight anyways.” He looked out the side window for a brief moment, watching
the buildings go by. “I wanted to thank you for what you did. I thought I was
going to die in that alley.