"Um. Maybe I'm too innocent for all this after all..."
From Create Your Own Story
"Uh," you stammer, stepping away from the leather stud. "I gotta go."
You back off, and feel your face turn bright red as he chuckles.
"Have a good night," the leather stud calls to your back as you head for the stairs. You rush, feeling dumb at having reacted so extremely to the man, but it took you aback. You hit the steps, barely able to see where you're going in the dimmed down lights of the blackout night, and slam right into someone.
"Careful, guy," an annoyed voice says, and a strong arm takes your shoulder before you go sprawling.
You right yourself, beyond embarrassed, and look up. The stairwell has almost no light in it, but your eyes adjust and you see a tall stocky guy with a thick neck and black hair. He's wearing a sleeveless black shirt and his arms are thick and covered with dark hair. He has a pockmarked face - like he had bad acne as a kid and it scarred him - but even though he's not handsome, he's incredibly masculine, in a rough-around-the-edges way. He's older than you, maybe in his late forties.
"Where's the fire?" he asks, once you're both balanced again.
You say...
