"Ma'am, Ma'am, are you okay?" I asked. Obviously, that was rhetorical, she is not okay, not at all.
I saw an empty seat.
I held her hand and made her seat.
"Please wait here, I will get some help." I said, worriedly, and stood up.
She held my hand, sweating hard.
"My…my car." She managed to say and pointed at her purse that fell on the ground.
I understood the message and grabbed it, opened it and gasped, the purse was filled with neat minted dollars. But that's not my problem. I searched for her car key and grabbed it, then rushed to a car I assumed was hers because it has the same logo with the one on her key.
I punched on the open button and the car blinked.
Good.
I didn't know what I was searching for, the woman didn't give me a direction, but I continued searching.
My eyes
