When you're strange

Faces come out of the rain

When you're strange

No one remembers your name

When you're strange

When you're strange

When you're strange

Anastasia Steele tapped the steering wheel enjoying the song by The Doors as she drove through the Mojave Desert. She was on her way to Las Vegas for a job interview at The Palace Casino on the strip. She glanced down at the clock on the car's radio. It was nearing five in the afternoon. Her interview was at six and she was definitely cutting it close.
Get a move on Ana! This job could change everything for you.

Ana sighed and stepped on the gas. She was doing 120 down the highway when smoke started to puff out of the hood of her car.

"Oh Jesus don't do this to me!" She pulled her car over to the side of the highway. After punching the steering wheel a few times she climbed out of her car and popped the hood. Her car had overheated. She looked around hopeful but there were no cars, no houses, nothing. She was in the middle of the Mojave Desert.

She pulled her phone out of her pocket as a last resort and resisted the urge to through it when she realized she had no service.
Groaning, she slumped down against the car, sitting on her butt on the side of the road with her head in her hands.

So much for things changing.
…

Ana stretched and rubbed her eyes. She jumped when she realized she had fallen asleep against her car. Eyes scanning her surroundings wildly, it was pitch black outside. She pulled out her phone and checked the time. It was after nine at night.

"I slept for four fucking hours?" She wondered aloud before chucking her phone on the ground beside her. Just as she was about to start crying into her hands she noticed lights coming down the highway in the distance.

"Oh thank God!" She shouted and jumped off her ground, waving her hands like a psycho.

"Please stop." She whispered to herself as the vehicle got closer. It was a stretch limo. The limo looked like it was going to pass her but stopped suddenly. The back window rolled down and she saw a delicate, feminine hand usher for her to come over to the limo. Ana walked over hesitantly before coming face to face with a beautiful blonde women.

"Car trouble? The blonde woman asked with a smirk.

"Yes! Please is there any chance I could get a ride with you into Vegas? I'm already four hours late for a job interview.

The women seemed to take pity on Ana.

"Come on then." The woman said and ushered for Ana to open the door and join her. Ana grabbed her bags from the back of her car and climbed into the limo , sitting across from the beautiful blonde woman.

"Thank you so much!" Ana smiled at the woman. She stretched her hand out to the woman's but the woman just stared at it until Ana withdrew it back, looking embarrassed.

"It's no problem." The woman said. She was staring at Ana with ice blue eyes.

"You are quite beautiful. What's your name?"

Ana blushed and stared down at her hands.

"Anastasia Steele. What about you?"

The woman smiled at Ana.

"Elena Lincoln."
After about ten minutes of silence Ana could see the lights of the Las Vegas Strip in the distance.
"Where's your interview?" Elena asked curious.
"The Palace Casino." Ana answered, not taking her eyes off the beautiful lights in the distance.

Elena chuckled and that got Ana's attention.

"Well , that's quite a coincidenc. A close friend of mine owns that casino."

Ana's eyes look like they are going to bug out of her head.

"Really?"

Elena licked her lips, as if she was thinking about something secret.

"Look, I know you missed your interview. However, why don't I get you an interview with the owner himself?"

Ana was in shock.

"You would do that for me?.."

Elena simply nodded and gave Ana a sympathetic smile. She watched the girl light up like the Fourth of July and instantly felt pity for her.

It's a shame you won't survive the interview with him. They always die.

The limo started to speed towards the strip with the two women both sitting in silence, lost in thought.