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       Feeling insecure about her lack of bearings, she bit her lip. Scanning her surroundings, she tried to come up with a solution. There was always the frequent cabs that were scattered about the place, but they cost a ton.

       If worse came to worst, she supposed she would have to resort to that. But it would preferably be avoided, since she would then be in a money predicament. She was already struggling to get along as she was, so it would be throwing herself from the frying pan to the fire.

       Nonetheless, not all hope was lost, as it had seemed. Stationed in a darker corner of the street, a vending machine stood alone, lights blinking. That wasn't Naomi's focus, of course, but right next to it stood two people, standing still, interlocked in what appeared to be a serious conversation. Surely they wouldn't mind an interruption, though. This was a rather important matter, and they seemed to be the only people not buzzing about in a hurry.

       She headed towards the duo precariously. They were pretty loud, and sort of aggressive-sounding. But Naomi accounted that to pure imagination, and continued. Walking into both of their visions, Naomi approached them meekly.

         One was a thugish-looking guy, while the other was a distant, intimidating-looking gal. The girl seemed rather upset at Naomi's interruption. A pang of guilt ran through her almost immediately. Nonetheless, she had to do what she had set out to achieve.

[✍] "Hey, um, I'm sort of lost. Can you guys give me some sort of direction, perhaps?"