- This is no time for a girl your age to walk alone on the street. - Loise hears a voice in the shadows and rolls her eyes. She only had to hear it once to associate it with its owner.
Loise: What do you want? - Loise stops walking, putting her hands in her jacket pocket and turns to face the man leaning against the tree. - Are you following me?
Mike: Can't a father want the best for his daughter? - Mike asks with a smile, which Loise soon identified as fake on his face, but he wouldn't say anything.
Loise: You followed me, I can very well scream for help.
Mike: But you're not going to do that. - He says, putting his hands in his coat pocket too and Loise looks at her hands and takes them out of her jacket pocket and puts them in the side pockets of her pants. If that was a habit she inherited from him, she would do anything to lose it. - Come on Loise, just a walk. I'll walk you home.