You had just moved in to Las Vegas with your brother. He’s pretty busy so you’re alone most of the time, but you manage to stay out of the house most part of your day.

You moved in to a nice neighborhood, nice and kind people surrounding you. Right now, you were in your tennis outfit. A white short-skirt and a fitting jacket. Your hair up in a ponytail as you carried your tennis racket and other utilities in a Wilson’s bag.

You were waiting for your bus at the bus stop you always stayed on, to go to the tennis club you frequent. You didn’t talked much to the people on your neighborhood, most of them are old people, so they usually would just compliment you or use your ear to complain about the bugs on their gardens.

A good looking man, you couldn’t really tell his age, was standing on the other side of the street. He was dressed…funny. You let out a grin as you saw him and shook your head, looking away. An old lady that was standing by your side on the bus stop said. “That’s Matthew. A lovely lovely boy. He’s an actor so he’s not always around here, but when he is..oh! He’s really helpful.” She waved at him.

He crossed the street and came into our direction. “Hi Mrs Betty. You’re doing great huh? I can tell by your big smile” He complimented her and looked over at you, taking in your frame. He was quite amused. “Hey. I never saw you around here before. Got a name?” He asked leaning against the pole as he tried to keep his attention on you and the old lady.