Game of Trust
“Where are you, Rich?” Janet crossed her arms and stomped her feet to force warmth back into them. After an hour waiting for her ride, she was starting to wonder if he was coming. The idea didn’t fill her with a lot of hope.
Her phone vibrated, giving her an excuse to move.
The text read, “Hi, babe. Sorry, I’m running late.”
“No shit.” She started to reply when headlights appeared at the corner.
Smiling, she put her phone away as a hand covered her mouth and pulled her into the shadows behind a dumpster as the car drove past.