South stared at the advertisement in the news paper. She was sitting at a local diner, enjoying a meal and a glass of water at noon. The news paper had been left on the table, and out of boredom she chose to look through it. She wasn't searching for any major news story or anything but her eyes caught that advertisement.
"Learn to fight and protect yourself. We got three skilled and trained men to teach you. Stop being a victim."
It wasn't that she was a victim of anything in the past. Nothing major at least, and nothing that haunted her dreams at night. She could use to learn some fighting skills though, and she had nothing better to do these days. She could afford it too. She took out her phone and called the number. A male voice answered.
"Rollins," he said.
"Hi, my name is South Holland. I saw your ad in the paper," she said.
"Tomorrow," he said.
"Wow, so soon?" She asked. "Okay, where do I...?"
"You'll receive information soon," he cut her off. "Good luck."
He hung up before she could question what he meant by saying "good luck". Maybe he meant goodbye and just had a slip up. Or maybe he didn't truly believe in this project and had just been hired to teach others.
"More coffee?" A female voice asked.
South looked up at the waitress. She knew the woman from high school. She still had that bright smile to her that made a lot of hearts melt.
"No, thank you, Dana," South said.
Dana smiled again and moved a hand forward to push some of South's long, black hair behind her ear.
"I like this color on you," Dana said.
"Thank you. I got tired of the brown," South said.
"Black suits you. It makes your green eyes pop even more," Dana said.
"You'll always be a sweetheart, Dana," South chuckled. "I'll see you around."
South went on with her day as usual. She went to bed around 11.30 that night. If she had known her entire world was about to be turned upside down after midnight, she never would have gone to bed. She never would have called that number to begin with.