She Runs After Her
“Excuse me, Lucy,” Maria apologized to her client and weaved through the busy salon into the street. “Hey!” she called out. The girl was almost turning a corner. “Come back,” Maria said.
The girl stopped, turning around. There was apparent fear in her eyes, and her lips trembled. She looked away from Maria. “Please come back,” Maria repeated, her lips curling again. She needed to know if the girl was alright.