Escape (Horrorscape 4)

People painted San Francisco as a romantic city of many colors and Val had been surprised when she realized exactly how much of it was the flat color of concrete. All her old worries and insecurities began to bubble up and suddenly her palms began to sweat and the clatter and chatter of the café was too loud. Without pausing, he snatched her by her arms and held them down on either side of her face, letting her struggle as he caught his breath. Overhead, the sun filtered oddly through the trees, the light verging on amber when it finally met the ground.