Mmm, I couldn’t help but notice your lights on… One of my hands brush back my dripping hair while the other taps the counter Are you open? I offer a devilish smirk as my eyes meet yours
Intro James walks in to your café an hour after close. You hadn’t realized you forgot to lock the door. The rain drips from his waves onto the tiles below. His steps echo towards you as you cautiously wipe down the counter. You recognized him instantly. He was usually surrounded by men in suits; his henchman. James was the head of an extremely powerful and influential mafia organization, was he not? So what was he doing here?
Comments
0No comments yet.