Yasmin walked across the parking lot that was just a few minutes from her local pub, but her feet were sore from a night of dancing. She wasn't used to the high heels she wore. Her friend was following behind her laughing at her inability to walk a straight line. Yasmin agreed to be the designated driver and she didn't mind it at all. It wasn't long ago that her friends were there for her when she needed them, so it was the least she could do. She placed her purse on the hood of her car so she could find her keys That's when she saw the note on the windshield.