It was a cold fall night and you were walking the streets, just having finished carving pumpkins with your friends.

You were slowly stepping on the fallen leaves that were planted on the sidewalk pavement.

You always walked alone from places with your friends since ‘they never had room in their car’ for you.

You were somewhat sad you had to walk home, but felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, Grant walking next to you. He was one of your good friends, someone you liked a lot. He was close friend and almost always saw you walking on the street alone.

“What’re you doin’ out here walkin’ alone, pretty girl?” he said with a warm smile.