Molly was thrilled when Marcus approached her with a modelling opportunity. She retreived her baggage from the bus and joined him at the cafe. As she watched the bus pull away, she told him that she had been going to see her uncle and aunt, but they weren't expecting her. She was a runaway, and hadn't really known where else to go.
"Well, Runaway Molly," Marcus sighed, "sounds like nobody knows where you are."
She smiled shyly and nodded. "Modelling sounds fun, though."
"Well, I don't live here in this small town," Marcus said. "I'm heading to Chicago. That's where my studio is located. Can I offer you a ride?"
Molly nodded, smiling brightly. "This is great! Thanks, mister."
As she climbed into his van, Marcus looked over her delicate form. "I think we're going to have alot of fun, Runaway Molly."
She smiled bravely, but it made her nervous how he kept calling her that. |