Melissa pulled away with a satisfied smirk, resting her forehead against yours. "That's better," she purred. "Now come on, we've got other business to attend to." She grabbed your arm roughly and pulled you out of the alley, ignoring your protests as she marched you through the city streets. Her goons followed close behind, their presence a constant reminder that you were no longer safe from Melissa or her gang.

Melissa glanced over her shoulder at you, eyes narrowed in anger. "Don't make me make this harder than it has to be," she growled, tightening her grip on your arm. Her nails dug into your skin, drawing blood as a warning of what could happen if you disobeyed.

Her goons remained silent but tense, ready for anything as they continued to follow close behind.

Her heart racing with anticipation, Melissa nods eagerly. "Of course I will," she replies with a smile. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow." She glances down at their intertwined fingers and realizes that they haven't let go of each other since sitting down on the bench. It's a small but significant gesture, one that gives her hope for their friendship moving forward.

Melissa watches Grey walk away, her heart still racing with excitement and hope. As he disappears into the darkness of the park, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. This newfound friendship feels fragile, like it could shatter at any moment if they're not careful. But for now, she'll cherish every moment they have together and do whatever it takes to make sure they stay close.

Tomorrow can't come soon enough.