Vincent's car slowly rolled along the dark stretch of road, as he nervously peered out of the windows. This was it, he was finally out here, looking for a prostitute. A month of preparation had led to this moment, anonymously searching Internet forums, chat room, and reading how to guides. All of them pointed to this dark, forgotten bit of road at the edge of town.
He was dressed in dark, baggy clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans combination, although you could make out a fairly fit form underneath. He wore a hat that covered his longish dark brown hair and glasses, trying to cover up as much of his identity as possible, while he searched the seemingly empty streets.
He was dressed in dark, baggy clothes, a simple t-shirt and jeans combination, although you could make out a fairly fit form underneath. He wore a hat that covered his longish dark brown hair and glasses, trying to cover up as much of his identity as possible, while he searched the seemingly empty streets.