You don't know the exact time, but you know you're running late. The quickest way to the address is through this small park. As you cut through, a man lounging on a park bench whistles at you. [STROKE--his appreciation turns you on.] The cool night air bathes you in mystery. Anything can happen!
[WALK AROUND, OUTSIDE IF POSSIBLE. YOU RUSH TO THE ADDRESS]
You'd never be doing this if you weren't afraid for your life. Who knows what the bikers are capable of? A shiver runs through you. Fear? Excitement? Both? Although rushing, you remind yourself to take small steps, because of the heels.