She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dying tree. I let her hear my footsteps. She only goes stiff for a moment.
The Salesman: "Care for a smoke?"
The Customer: "Sure. I'll take one. Are you as bored by that crowd as I am?""
The Salesman: "I didn't come here for the party. I came here for you. I've watched you for days. You're everything a man could want. It's not just your face, your figure, or your voice...It's your eyes. All the things I see in your eyes."
The Customer: "What is it you see in my eyes?"
The Salesman: "I see a crazy calm. You’re sick of running. You're ready to face what you have to face. But you don't want to face it alone."
The Customer: "No...I don't want to face it alone."
The wind rises electric. She's soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume is sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be all right; that I'll save her from whatever she's scared and take her far far away. I tell her that I love her.
The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot. I hold her close until she's gone. I'll never know what she was running from.