She is terrified in her tracks when she first sees the pair of shoes in front of her. She slowly looks up into the same grey eyes she had seen at the bistro. Her heart calms a bit at it being a familiar face.

He offers her a warm ride and she is tempted to take his offer. After thinking for a moment she decides against it. "Its okay, really. But I thank you anyway," she stammers in her southern accent, "I appreciate it, but I'm almost home anyway and I wouldn't want you to go out of your way."

She doesn't want to imply that he's not a gentleman. After all, thats all he's been to her and she doesn't want to offend him. She begins to slowly back away from him, smiling nervously, "I'm sure you understand."

She turns to continue and feels a hand on her arm.