Love Me Not

"f**k, where is my phone?" Kesha looked around in her purse and pockets for her phone and pulled out lipstick, a cigarette and a lighter. "s**t, where is it?" She looked around on the bench, and still, nothing. How was she meant to call a taxi now? She looked around at the empty parking lot. Where had she been before this? Her mind was a drunken mess as she sat on the bench and wondered if anyone would come by and help. Then, out of the corner of her eye a man comes into the parking lot and walks toward a small car. She might still have a chance to get home.he walks into the parking lot and notices me sitting on a bench nearby, I was looking so helpless and worried as I was wrapping my arms around myself for warmth. then I barely blinked before he came up to me. he said "You alright?" And i gave a light smile and said "Yeah I just can't find my phone." he took off his jacket, wrapped it around me and asked, "why are you here so late? The bar closed a while ago... Surely someone was coming to pick you up?" I couldn't resist and leaned on his shoulder as he sat next to me and then I said "No... my mother died 2 years ago, my father is in prison and I don't really have many friends"."So, what's your name?" he asked. I said. "Kesha"