The Night in the City

Breathing deeply, she filled her lungs with the crisp night air. The cab door slammed behind her as she excitingly looked out of the window into the velvet night, pin pricked by the bright and dazzling corporate lights. She loved the big city, and the opportunity to travel for work always thrilled her.

The heavy accent of the cab driver sliced her tranquility. Wrinkles were engraved on his skin, and they peeked out from the mask that covered most of his tanned face.

"Are you here for a business conference?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, more focused on the brightly lit sacred night than his question.

The car swirled around the illuminated street. She marveled at the huge buildings that seemed to possess the ability to stroke the black sky.

"Do you like to watch the movies in your room?" came the thick accent from the driver in front of her.

"Sometimes," she replied. Her heart sped up in nervousness and disgust as she instinctively sensed the direction this conversation may take. Grabbing her purse in anxiety and in an effort to keep her phone close, she gulped.

"I come to your room and watch movies with you," came the unwanted proposal.

Rage and revulsion caused a catastrophic mix within her core. No hung in the air of the cab as it reverberated from her. "No," she said again, as loud as she could.

The car lurched in front of the hotel. The driver annoyingly asked if she would tip him as she handed him the plastic card for payment, and waited for what seemed like an eternity before he handed the piece of plastic to her again.

Opening up the car door, she welcomed the cheerful face of the valet who assisted her into the brightly lit hotel lobby, "How was your night, Madame?"

"That driver was creepy!" she exclaimed.

"The valet glanced behind him to see the cab idling in same space as if the car itself was waiting for her to be alone.

Once in the elevator, she took out her phone, scrolling through the numbers until her fingers rested on her Raven's contact information. Hurrying to her room door, she slid the key card inside, breathing a sigh of relief as the heavy door slammed behind her.

"What's wrong, My Little One?" came Raven's voice from the other end.

The words tumbled from her mouth as she rattled the whole encounter to him.

"I'm here. Just breathe," he soothingly responded. His gorgeous accent calmed her. It always did.

A sudden wrapping at her window made her startle. The knocking persisted as she slowly approached the cold glass. The raven's powerful beak rhythmically continued to hit the glass, making a smile replace her fear. Quickly, she opened the window and smiled as her feathered love landed on her shoulder, rubbing his velvety feathers against her cheek.

"Raven!" she called out as the mysterious bird vanished.

"Little one," said the suit clad gentleman as he gently reached his hand out for her from the corner of the darkened room.

"I needed to be here." he confirmed as he lifted her into his arms. Laying her head on his shoulder, she peacefully drifted to sleep.

Author's note: Unfortunately, women aren't as protected and loved as they deserve to be in modern society. This disgusting situation is why I stand firm against modern feminism. The new mentality of "relax, it's just sex" contributes to unwanted and scary situations like this for myself and for many other women. It's time that we stop normalizing this rude and impolite behavior.

Ladies, please be careful. This shouldn't be a problem, but unfortunately, it is.