After leaving the bar, Gloria didn't go home.
Feeling the breeze on her cheeks, she lost the mood the drive the car.
Her eyes lost focus as she recalled the scene where her father spent time with her.
She wandered around to ease her sadness.
The place where she stood was close to the underground parking lot.
The street was hustling and bustling, illuminated by streetlights. Occasionally, she heard the noises from the bars and music played by the shops.
But the music this time was not so pleasant to the ears.
It didn't suit her taste, so she walked to an alley.
It was dim with nobody else. After she walked some distance, the streetlights could no longer shine on her. As the moonlight hit the floor, Gloria could vaguely see the road.
Besides...
It was rare that there was such a quiet place in a hectic city.
As the breeze blew on her face, Gloria was less distressed.
It was a long, winding alley.