Hello losers (After season 4) (Killing Eve)

Loose ends

"See, Eve. This is why you don't keep loose ends. I did it with Carolyn and look where it brought us?"

Eve just nods, knowing she had made a mistake not finishing the job. Gunn must have been so angry that she didn't care about anything or anyone and in all fairness... Gunn is a nutcase.

"I will make her death something to remember." Villanelle continues.

This wasn't a game to her anymore, she had almost lost her life and with that the chance of a future with Eve. Luckily she had survived thanks to Pam and she was already plotting her revenge.

A text message on Eve's phone interrupts her fantasies of how to kill her.

"Who is it?"

"It's Demi, she just sent me Gunn's last location. Looks like we are going to Milan."

Before they know it they are in a train heading towards Italy.

"I want pizza. Do you want pizza? Let's get pizza." Villanelle rambles while playfully poking her finger into Eve's side.

"Can you stop?" Eve says while looking up from her laptop.

Out of protest Villanelle crosses her arms. "You're so boring."

"I wish I was that laptop."

Eve wants to ignore her, but she decides to give in. "Why is that, Villanelle?"

Villanelle is visibly amused by Eve's reply.

"You know... Your fingers all over me... Perfect."

Eve isn't in the mood for her sexual advances so she just sighs.

"Fine. Just know that the enter button is my nipple and the space is my ...."

Before Villanelle can finish her sentence Eve interrupts her.

"Oh my god, Villanelle. I get it, okay?"

Villanelle bursts out laughing at Eve whose cheeks had become the brightest red.

- MILAN -

Villanelle playfully hopscotched the squares that had been drawn colorfully on the ground.

"Where will we stay?" Villanelle asks.

"When you were busy annoying me in the train, I was renting us a room."

"Come on, let's go. It's not far."

They walk towards a small house where they rented a small room enough to just fit the two of them.

"I hope you'll have a good time in Milan." A woman with a fedora hat opens the tiny overprized room as if she owned the most luxurious apartment in Milan.

Villanelle wisely keeps her mouth shut while she examines the strangely looking woman. The moustache covering her upperlip like a blanket made her frown as she continued to her lips that were as thin as stripes.

"I am a writer you know, my name is Giovanna Bottero, you can Google me. I don't want to brag, but I'm a big thing here, I will be the next Virginia Woolf and I'm also an aristocrate. Oh and you should follow me on Instagram so you can like all of my pictures!" She sweeps her hair as if she's Italy's next top model and then leaves the two women alone.

"Can I kill her?" Villanelle doesn't even tries to hide her excitement when Eve replies.

"If you don't, I will."