Lola's POV

Morgan was still looking at me.

The man was gone. The street had already moved on the way streets do. People walking past. A car going by. The club behind us still thumping with music.

Morgan's hand was down at his side now. His knuckles were red from the punch.

I found my voice first.

"Thank you," I said. It came out smaller than I intended.

Morgan looked at me for a moment. Then he looked away down the street where the man had disappeared.

"You shouldn't be walking alone out here," ...