A Drunk Man

Dana looked at the source of the noise. It was a lone man, clearly drunk as he seemed to be stumbling towards her general direction. Her position in the darkness meant he hadn't quite seen her yet, although she didn't have a lot of time. She needed to think, and fast.

Her apartment wasn't far away from the restaurant - she could try to make a run for it. There was a way that would take her mostly through backyards - it would be her best chance of reaching home without further public exposure.

She could also ask for help from the man approaching her location. He looked to be in his mid-40s, and had a business suit on. Perhaps she could ask him to give her his jacket - and if she was careful about it, she could hide in the darkness to avoid exposing herself to him.

Dana held her breath, as she...