"Follow me!" Abigail yelled, running one way. By the time Riley realized she wasn't going the same way as him, he couldn't find her.
"Crap," he muttered, stopping and looking around for Ian's cronies. He turned around quickly and ran headfirst into someone.
"I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, putting her hands on his shoulders while she apologized.
"It's no problem," he said, automatically bending over to pick up her dropped items while still keeping an eye out. "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm alright. Are you? I'm so sorry I wasn't paying any attention, I'm in a hurry…"
As she talked, Riley suddenly noticed her actual looks. She was… well, gorgeous. There really wasn't a better word for it. Beach blonde hair fell over baby blue eyes in tiny waves. She was dressed to kill, too: she wore a white blouse and a straight black skirt. It looked like she was here on her work break.
A movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention, and he suddenly realized he'd forgotten all about Ian. He knew he had nowhere to hide…
He threw his lips against hers in an attempt to hide his face from his enemies, and also because it was probably more action than he'd ever see from someone as beautiful as this complete stranger. When he figured it was safe (which was probably longer than necessary) he separated himself from her.
A huge smile covered her face. "Thanks," she said.
"Anytime," he replied, and he ran off to find Abigail again.