A seedier neighborhood has you wondering if the directions are correct

Still blushing from the ring tone you set off, wishing the farther you walk that you'd chosen a pair of shoes that didn't pinch your toes as much. Still, they make your calves look awesome, and isn't that all that counts?

Another five or so blocks has you standing on a street-corner and re-reading the text message. Jacob must have typed it wrong because there sure wasn't a movie theatre down here.

The road was clearly run-down, half the shops boarded up. But what concerned you more was that the shops that weren't closed were massage parlors, adult video stores, and strip joints.

"Where are you, Jacob?" you ask.

As if conjured by magic a car appears beside you. It isn't Jacob's usual flashy car, but then in this neighborhood that'd probably get stolen.

Without thinking you automatically lean into the window when it rolls down.