“It’s no problem, little miss. What is your name?” the man asks, continuing to walk a few steps ahead of her.

Harley skips to catch up to his strides and replies, “My name is Harley!”

The man hums and continues walking without a glance her way.

“What about you mister?”

“What about me?”

“What is your name?” Harley questions with a hint of impatience.

“Oh. My name is… George.”

“George?” Harley tilts her head. Why does he sound so unsure about his name?

“Yes. Anyway, we must hurry. This way,” George says, speeding up.

“Huh? But why? W-Wait up!” Harley exclaims, almost tripping over her feet to catch up to George.

George doesn’t slow down and makes a hard right.

Harley runs over to the corner and just as she turns right, there is no one in sight.

George is gone.

Next.