“It’s okay, no woman should be treated that way, can I get you anything?” he saw the woman look around and then frown at a certain direction, “Is everything okay? Miss?” he touched her hand and she faced him, surprised.
“Oh, no uh, I think my friends already left, there goes my chance to hitch a ride, I’m drunk so I can’t go home with my car,” she pouts and for a moment there, Marc found her cute, “So you were here with your friends?” he scooted closer to her, draping his jacket to cover her open shoulders, she looked cold.
“Thank you, um yeah, to celebrate our friend’s bachelorette night,” she pouts when she sees her almost dying phone, “I can take you home if you want? I've had drinks too but I can call my driver to pick us up and drop you off?” he watched her plug her phone to a small
