Pretty Lady

The lady looked down at the hand grabbing onto her and then looked at the sickly man's face before taking a gulp.

She took out her phone and replied to the sickly man's offer, albeit fearfully, saying, "U-Uh, don't worry. I'm actually waiting for my e-Driver."

She quickly scanned the surrounding area with her eyes, looking for some help. 

"Oh, an e-Driver? Then why isn't he here yet?" the sickly man asked with obviously forced astonishment. He was annoyed that the lady kept on rejecting his advances.

As the lady looked about the area, she noticed the person in the white sedan vehicle parked a few meters away. She glanced at her phone and then forced a smile.

"H-He's already here waiting for me," she said to the sickly man. 

"Can you let go of me?" she asked, trying to wriggle her elbow off his grip.

"What's wrong with me holding you?" the sickly man countered, grabbing her even more tightly.