Among the city’s sparkle, a dim figure appeared. He was handsome, in a mysterious sort of way.
Unconsciously, an inviting smile appeared upon my lips; my naive heart vaguely anticipating a night of wild adventure. He returned it, and extended his hand, which was wrapped in a black glove of the softest and finest leather. I laced my fingers into his and followed blindly.
I forgot my mother’s warning never to talk to strangers, and didn’t notice the sharp silver razor that stuck slightly out of his pocket.