She almost makes it to the steps before strong arms pull her back. Although they are the same shade of fairness, they're too lean to be her father's.
"I know that the pretty images are very tempting, love, but try to ignore the little siren." The springy voice against her ear is most certainly not her father's deep tones.
Her shriek causes the arm to flinch. In turn, the movement allows her the wiggle room to slide under the hold. Tina doesn't dash forward. She doesn't want to be caught again. Instead, she slips around the intruder and through the unlocked door of home.
The padlock slides into place just as she peeks through the thin curtain of the door's window.
The stranger faces away from her. His mostly blonde hair bright against the black backdrop of the rain. The near silent buzz is gone, swallowed by the roar of the renewed downpour.
