Jessica is walking down the street all alone...

You know when you walk through a street there are some spots where street lights placed at very huge distances fail to spread their light. These blind spots make it so dark in between, hard for anyone to see.

Jessica is walking through those blind spots too, one after another. The street feels unusually empty, making her feel nervous with each passing second. As she reached the middle of the street it felt like taps of a pair of shoes other than hers are echoing around just behind her. Her heart starts pounding hard in her chest, her palms are sweaty along with her forehead.

She fast-paced but only to hear the tapping getting louder and faster. Her breath shortened, she has no escape now. She is now in the middle of the street having no idea about how she could reach the main road to get any help.

The street is quiet, she is panting. But she doesn't dare to look around.

'The serial killer is on the hunt today?' She thinks.

'Am I...going to be his new victim?' She gulps at her own thoughts.

Pacing swiftly through the empty street, it feels uneasy in her stomach. Only one person can help her.

'Just some more steps...' She thought as she approached Hebrew's apartment.

She looked at the fourth floor and the lights are off. "Even though he ain't around, I might be safe if I just reach there."

The only person she can rely on is Flynn Hebrew and his house. It's just some steps away when she tried to sprint but someone held her waist, covers her mouth and dragged her into an alley just opposite his house.

She wails loudly underneath the person's hand but it is all vain, her sound is so low to be heard by anyone. She clenches her eyes in fear. Not able to utter a single word.

She is being dragged in a dark alley with a dead-end...

She can hear the breaths of the man holding her on her head, she can feel his cold hands on her mouth, holding it so tightly. She tries so hard to get rid of his grip but all attempts are wasted.

As they hit the dead-end the man held her against the wall. In the dark he uncovered her mouth and looked at her, his green eyes shining.

"Mr Herbrew..." She whispers frowning in confusion.

"Shh!" He orders.

In confusion, she tiptoed a bit to look at what's going on outside the alley and that was when she realised two men holding a gun and other weapons roaming in the street.

"They-" She tried to inform him but instead got her mouth covered again.

"Be quiet, Ms Lennon!" He whispers yells and

she looked better ack at him.

On the cold winter night, he is as scared as she is. He has those sweaty palms and forehead. His breath is unstable too and his eyes are not as arrogant as they used to be.

"You...are scared..." She speaks out in a low voice from underneath her hand and gained his attention.

"You are...so scared just... like me?" She was surprised to see the most arrogant, confident and fearless Flynn Hebrew being scared by some homeless thugs outside.

He keeps looking at her in a monotonous way, and she gradually gets rid of his hand on her mouth.

She scoffs, making him frustrated. "I said shut your mouth!" He again yells in a whisper.

And takes her out of the alley.

Dragging her towards the bar just in front of his apartment, he keeps his eyes as a spy on those thugs waiting outside his house. She, who is flustered right now, kept looking at his back.

As they enter the bar, he takes out his handkerchief and wipes out his wet forehead.

"Let's stay here for a while..." He takes her inside and she follows him like an obedient student.

Following she sees how he hides his face with a scarf from the people and reaches the bartender finally.

"Oh! Look at someone using a disguise." She whispered in his ear making him a glare.

"Stop it!" He exclaimed angrily.

She somehow found it funny how afraid he was right now.

"What would you like to have sir?..." Asked the beautiful bartender.

"Just one hock please." They both ordered in unison.

She smiled and went away.

"I'm not here to drink with you!" He was frustrated.

"Oh, really? Then should I tell everyone it's you?" Jessica asked with a smile on her face.

"Well, lately I was thinking about what more damage you can do to me, Ms Lennon." He taunted.

"Damage? And may I ask what?" She turned towards him, frowning.

"Not here to chit chat with you." His gestures were completely relaxed now.

"You're the one who dragged me here." He was getting on her nerves.

"You're the one roaming around my house."

"Wait! What?" She started debating.

"Yea! Am I wrong Ms Lennon?!" He raised his one eyebrow as he adjusted his elbow on the table and slightly turned towards her.

"Well....not absolutely. Cause I came here because I read this!" She showed him the newspaper, taunting about the headline with a photograph of him under it.

"They already printed it? Woah! That's so fast.

"It's not here so that you can praise it. It has a damn photograph of you. You're being called the fake detective and you don't even bother to be furious about it. What kind of attitude is this?" She thumps the paper down.

"Well, Ms Lennon I'm really not in a mood to discuss my attitude with you. You...are

...totally just a stranger."

"Oh really, then why are you here?"

"To have a damn drink!" He yells, gaining almost everyone's attention.

Jessica leaned in and whispered, "With that scarf covering your face?" She was frustrated.

"What? Oh! This?" He laughed out awkwardly.

His laughing made everyone get back to their own work and Hebrew took off his scarf to further drink his order as the bartender placed it in front of him and her.

"Now will you please answer me?" Jessica was restless.

Hebrew took a sip of his drink and she questioned,

"Why did you drag me here? Why are we here instead of your home?"

"Cause they'll probably beat you up if they see you going near my apartment with me behind!" He gritted his teeth...