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"Will I d-do that again?" She asked quietly as he grabbed a new wipe.
"Yes." He nodded, wiping down her forehead.
"A lot?" She questioned, swallowing thickly.
"Yes." He repeated. "What are you thinking?"
"W-whether to do it or not." She sniffle...
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2006
Nova walked pushed open the door of a corner shop, walking down an isle. She slipped some chocolate into her large coat pocket as well as a bottle of juice. She took another look and then moved to the till. The cashier got up from their seat, placing his magazine down.
"What are you buying?" He asked with a sigh.
"Packet of cigarettes and a lighter. I don't care what brand." Nova answered and he nodded, placing them down on the counter.
"That'll be $11." He mumbled, wiping his eye and Nova hummed as she got one out of the box, placing it between her lips and lighting it, inhaling deeply. "Hey, you gotta pay, bitch."
"Mhm." Nova hummed, smoke rolling past her lips. "Logan Daniels, right?"
"Yeah." He nodded, reaching for the red button under his counter and Nova pulled out a gun, holding up to him.
"Touch that button, I dare you." She threatened and he stupidly held his hands up, the button untouched. "Great. Fabulous. You're so kind."
"W-what do you want? Take anything you want. Have it all." Logan stuttered, hands shaking.
"Oh, no, I'm okay, thanks though. Although, I will be taking these because they're good." Nova gestured with the cigarette at him before taking another drag. "Anyway, I'm not here for you or to rob your shop. I need information on someone you might know."
"Who? I-I'll tell you anything. Any-anything." Logan promised.
"That's great. Wonderful news." Nova grinned at him. "So, where does Joseph Daniels live, mate?"
"My dad?" Logan asked with wide eyes and she nodded. "What do you want with him? He-he only works in a café."
"If he did, I wouldn't be here." Nova sighed. "I wish I weren't, this is boring. He works in a café, yes, but he also is holding onto important information that I need. Where does he live?"
"I'm not telling you that." Logan scoffed and Nova nodded, placing down the gun and hopping over the counter, grabbing the gun again and whacking him in the side of the head with it.
"Spill." Nova ordered, clicking off the safety of the gun as she pressed it to his temple. "Or I'll kill you and still find him."
"He has an appointment today. At-at the doctors in town. I don't know the name but it's-it's opposite the strip club." Logan informed her, crying out when she put out the half-finished cigarette on his forehead. "I swear, I swear that's where he is now!"
