After they called it a night, Louise drove to the gas station and filled her car’s tank. As she was leaning against her hood waiting for the gas to finish pumping, she saw three teenage boys go past her who looked stoned and up to no good. Her eyes subtly followed them as they crossed the street and stopped at a corner.
Louise shouldn’t care, it’s NYC, anything could happen. When her tank was full, she hurriedly returned the nozzle to the gas pump because she’s getting dizzier by the minute from the alcohol they drank. She just wants to go home in peace when she heard a loud shriek of a woman.
She snapped her head to the teenagers’ direction and sure enough, it looked like they were robbing the woman in the shadows. Louise didn’t feel the need to charge at them because it isn’t in
