She has a rich father, but escaped from the family. Independence is what she cry for, while she is blind at the reality of this huge society. I believe she will regret soon.
She is so sweet that she found a job easily after left home--she worked in a bar, dressing in a bunny-tail. Born as a elegant lady, she quitted when a old man tried to touch her. And then she met her Mr. Right, on the cold and cold street corner, when she was almost hungry to death.
They have so much experience in common, except her father is more wealthy than his. Naturally they fall in love with each other.
He never tell she what he do to make a living on, as it is not glorious. His boss is a hotelkeeper, who taked him in when he claimed he would not pay a coin for a meal he had just enjoyed. In other words, he paid the dinner with his life.
What he have to do is just staring at the opponent, holding a pistol--or a machine gun-- in his hand. He is not a killer, and the boss won't concent too. They just extort, while an unlucky guest's privacy get caught by the hidden camera in the hotelroom. God knows why there are so many unlucky guys.
It is a lovely night. Stars are shining in the sky, like sums of diamonds. Wind whispers at the two lovers' ears, along with their sweet words. She and he is having a date in the near open country.
It's truly late, and his car is out of gas, so they attempt to hitchhike. It’s too long a time for a car passing by, and he decide to do everything to catch this restless car. He run into the road, waving hands, uttering loudly. The car have to stop, and come down a panic husty man, who can even not speak a word whole
