<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2zhgtx1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Natalia Verone.</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Downtown Woman conveniently Downtown.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March '06 1pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Natalia kept her eyes over the cashier's shoulders keeping a watchful eye on her car. Even though she was in the nicer part of San Fran, she still didn't trust anyone around her car. She had invested too much money into her most prized possession and her heart lurched when she saw a figure stop by her car and admire it. Her manicured fingers clutched her shopping bag and impatiently tapped her heeled foot along the tile and when the saleswoman gave her receipt, she shoved in her bag hastily and then flew out the door. The only way anyone could she had been there was the faint scent of vanilla and strawberries from her perfume. She hurried over to her car was and then slowed her walk as she saw the figure walk away. She didn't sense a threat, yet she kept the man in her periphery. Unlocking her car, she slipped inside and then exhaled slowly.<br/><br/>Trust was indeed a rare thing for Natalia and she never gave it easily nor was it earned easily. She turned on her car and smiled a rather wicked smile as the engine came to life. Looking in her rearview mirror to make sure that there were no cops around or other cars and then effortless moved her car out of the parallel parking spot and zoomed down the street. She had mastered the art of driving her car and her pulse and heartbeat became in sync with the engine. If she wasn't working, she preferred to be behind the wheel and just driving. There was something calming about speeding along the streets of San Fran. She turned down a street, avoiding the fact that she had turned illegally since the light was red. She didn't want to waste time waiting to turn left, so she just did. Her eyes caught a familiar looking vehicle but she couldn't place it at the moment as she slowed down to look at it. Shrugging her shoulders, she moved down a couple of blocks and then gracefully parallel parked her car once again. She pulled out her LG Chocolate and scrolled down her contacts to see who she should call. She was feeling rather restless today and needed something to entertain her.