"Hey, it's your house." Austin says, smiling.
"I'll be right here."
Once May leaves the room, Austin checks for his cell phone and wallet and doesn't find either. Crapola.
May seemed like a nice girl, which was in total contrast with whoever her crazy kidnapper friend was. He knew what bad people looked like and May wasn't a bad person.
She was probably just as much of a victim as he was.
He pours May a drink and pours himself a glass of soda.
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