KrazyK asked this prompt of me
Isolde clutched the last snack bag to her chest. She didn't want to part with it just yet, she was afraid the sole reminder she had of kindness here would be forever forgotten. She let her mind wander on that subject, letting it daydream as she often did. She decided to let it dwell on what could have been. Maybe instead of being here, she was just out on the streets, somewhere in a large city when she was bumped and had dropped all her things.
What's this? A brush of hands as she gathers her things. She looked up to its owner, a small flush on her face. "Thanks, I really should have paid attention to where I was going!"
"No, no," the mysterious man said, "it's all my fault. The least I can do is treat you to a cup of coffee, if you'll let me."
A cup of coffee, dinner, a movie and a couple of hours of dancing at a club later, she was in his arms, basking in the afterglow. He held her tight, didn't want to let go and he didn't want to go either. She liked it, she would keep it as a fine daydream memory in her mind. If only it wasn't for this place...