The redhead watched Susan from the front doorway. The brunette checked her watch again, it had been thirty minutes. The redhead could tell she had not dressed herself, no one could be that uncomfortable in clothes they had picked themselves. Whoever had dressed her in a short plum dress with black stilettos, had done a good job accentuated her most appealing qualities. With every passing minute the brunette looked more and more pissed off. The redhead approached her, "still waiting for that cab."

Susan looked to her left and stared into the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen. "Yes," she said weakly and looked away suddenly. She cleared her throat, looking back at the redhead. "I am going to miss the last train at this rate."

"Can I give you a ride?" The redhead held up her hand and motioned for her chauffeur to bring her car.

Susan couldn't stop staring at her. 'She asked you a question. Answer it.' "Umm. I don't want to put you out."

"Not a problem."

"OK. If you don't mind," Susan said nervously. The redhead gracefully slipped into the sedan as the chauffeur held open the door. Susan followed.

"Parker," she addressed the chauffeur, "we're going to the train station." The driver nodded and put up the privacy screen. Susan played with the hem of her skirt trying her best not to look up. The redhead was amused. Usually nervous people annoyed her. But there was something about the young woman that she liked. While the brunette was uncomfortable in tonight's ensemble, the redhead could tell that not being in control was what really frustrated the brunette. Susan sent nervous glances the redhead's way. "What's your name?"

"Susan."

"Where are you headed?" The redhead didn't really care, but she thought the conversation would at least dissipate the nervousness.

"Manhattan. I have to be at work in the morning."

"Where do you work?"

"I work for a PR firm. My boss is an idiot, but the job pays the bills."

"Which one?" the redhead wanted to know. She couldn't quite figure out why? But she did.

"Pierre Fleming PR. I know you've never heard of it. No one has, but its only my first job with some experience in about a year I hope to get a better one." The redhead nodded. Susan looked out the window as the car pulled into the train station. "Thanks for the ride. You saved me."

"Not a problem," the redhead replied.

Susan got out of the car. As she was running towards the station she realized she had forgot to ask the redhead for her name.