For just a moment, Margo's brows drew together. She had heard about Byron; there was plenty to hear, and most of it had made her blush fiercely. She hadn't gone out of her way to really interact with him, not with a reputation like the one that preceded him. Partially because she could imagine the allure.
Margo had always had the very best bad taste in men. She had always wanted what she had no business having.
"No one here can hurt me," she offered in response, although she didn't sound as sure as she would have liked. Her eyes strayed over her shoulder, back toward the Village and the safety of her trailer. She never noticed the disappearance of her phone. "But... You can walk with me, I guess?" What could it hurt? She was only a few hundred feet from home.
"An hour? No, it's almost midnight..." Only when he brought up the time did she reach for the phone that should have been in her jacket pocket, safe from the cold. But the pocket was empty, and Margo was left to frown quizzically in the direction of her shop. Had she dropped it? Left it on the counter? She hadn't been thinking at her most clear...