"I"m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met before," I say cautiously.
“We haven’t,” the man sitting next to me states.
“Then why did you just buy me a drink?” I commented. I’ve never been good with people.
“Because we haven’t met…..” he urges.
I get it! He’s trying to make friends with me!
“Well, my name is Marie,”
“And mine, Connor.”
“Well then Connor, what brings you to this bar on this starry evening,”
“You. And you are under arrest for robbing a bank!” he says as he swiftly put handcuffs on my right hand.
“What?!”I crie.Who betrayed me? Who is the traitor?
He pushes me outside and into the car as I begin to cry.