Eden’s Point of View

I robbed my chest, my stomach grumbling again as soon as I entered into the restaurant, the smell of food filled the air.

Ugh, I hoped Theron hurry up, so we can eat before I sleep.

“Sexy lady.” A much older man, about the age of 45-50, whistled at me as I passed the reception area. I ignored him and almost immediately he grabbed by the arm.

I spun around to see this staggering, drunk man smiling weirdly at me, this man is so insistent.

“Let go of me.” I ...