I walk in my black silky tux fixing my gloves, (white gloves) with a wicked smile across my face who am i you may ask? Im Rosalyn i work for a mafia my secret is unknown to others i sit down wiping the blood from my kill i only kill if the price is right.
I look at the forest with dull insane eyes eyes twitching an urge to kill then i meant him
Who is he? Im unsure but he was fascinating he scooted closer to get my attention i perk up with an annoyed look my usual look "hello?" I asked curiously looking at the man in front of me wearing a sleeveless hoodie and sweater with a heart on it.
I wondered what he wanted so i didn't ask it would've been rude question or just got the wrong mind of it.
"Im sorry did i bother you?" He said politely i was quite surprised for a local like him to be talking to an assassin. "No you didn't" i replied biting my gloved end and pulling it on it was new i had had another pair in my case i placed my hat on and fixed my tux dusting myself off
I cleaned myself off in the room where the body was, but i had moved away from it. It wouldn't had been possible but i managed.
I just used my last bullet so i scoff 'damn could've used the last bullet better...' I thought then he spoke up again "its kinda weird seeing a person not too far from the walking road" he said looking at me with those blue eyes that would make any girl fall for him.
I look up again "i guess i just came back from a job" 'shit' i thought with an irked look i look up at the couple then look back "why not i take you out for dinner? Mind if i do?" He said scratching his head with a faint blush i noticed he started taking a liking to me
Which i didn't mind
I nod "why not it sounds nice" he brightened by those words i smile faintly looking around getting up and getting ready to make my way to the mafia "wait! I almost forgot meet up at 7?" He said i only shrug
"Sure" i respond blankly "your not much of a talker are you?" He asked "nah just introverted" i mutter
It was half past seven and i walk into a restaurant it looked like a 50's restaurant not much my taste but i see him in the corner he waves i wore my normal hoodie and blew the hair out of my eye with a tired look
"Never got your name" he said as i sat down "my name is Rosa" he nods "I'm peter" he replied
What a common local name
I smile and asked "what made you want to take me out to dinner?" "You just look tired" he replied "I'm always tired" I laughed he brightened i couldnt help but notice his strange demeanor..
Who is this guy?
That i will never know
