Carly story

Here's the next installment of the piece I posted earlier. Initally it was only an excersise and I didn't intend continuing it but as the next part presented itself, I couldn't help myself.

Carly’s head snapping around, she stared at the man bending next to her car and looking in the window at her. He was clean shaven, with brown eyes and short brown hair and given how far he had to bend down, she knew he was tall. Dressed like a business man in a conservative grey suit, white shirt and grey tie, Carly guessed he probably worked in one of the offices above the carpark just like she did. However she was certain she’d never seen him around.  He was a powerfully built man. She could see the muscles in his arms bulging where the fabric of his jacket was pulled taught across his bicep. As she looked at him and deliberated about what to do, her heart was racing. She didn’t know him and was therefore wary about winding the window down to find out what he wanted. There was no way she was going unlock the door. Nervous, she looked around, but the carpark was deserted. Taking a deep breath she lifted her hand and rested her finger on the button for the window as the man continued to wait.  Finally lowering the window just an inch, she was disturbed to see his hand come up and rest on the top of the glass, his thick fingers protruding into her vehicle up to the first knuckle.

“Yes” she said, her voice a little higher than normal as in an unconscious action, she moved her body away from the door a little.

“Hi” the man said in a friendly sounding voice “sorry if I startled you. I was just wondering if you could do me a favour?”

Even more wary now, Carly said “what is it?”

He smiled and looked a little sheepish, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. They remained flat and hard as he said “I’ve come back to the car without enough money to pay for the parking. Could you let me have a couple of dollars? I can get it back to you if you tell me where I can send it.”

Carly just looked at him for a minute. She didn’t really want to help him, despite his friendly manner, he made her feel uneasy but she didn’t want to say no either, in case he took offence. With no one else around, she didn’t want a confrontation. And there was no way she would be giving him any details to send her the money. What she wanted was to get out of there, so deciding that the easiest way to do that was to just give him what he wanted she turned away to reach for her bag on the floor of the passenger seat. But as she looked away she caught the sight of movement out of the corner of her eye and with dismay she saw the man’s other hand come up and yank down on the window.