Lyanna
It's the supposed day. Friday the fourteenth. The day I'm supposed to meet with Louis' accomplice.
She called me early this morning, asking to meet at the Diamond Cafe.
I sit at a corner, earnestly searching the cafe for any sign of the lady who is supposed to meet up with me.
Ten minutes later, I spot the brunette walk into the cafe, going straight to the counter.
Sighs deeply.
I sniffle, resting back on my chair, waiting for her to find me this time around.
When she's done at the counter, she darts her eyes, probably scanning the cafe, looking for me. Her eyes finally land on me, and she walks up to our table.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting," she apologizes, sitting down.
"That's alright," I rub my forehead, "What did you want to say to me?"
She places her hand on the table, "I.. I wanted to tell you everything. I can't keep doing this anymore," she hangs her head, fidgeting with her hands.
"I'm listening."
