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VIII

HIS

"Will that be it, sir?" the overly cheerful accountant said.
Who was that happy on a Wednesday afternoon, anyway?

I nodded,
"You sure?" she said, sliding me the brown paper bag, carrying two coffees and croissants. With a tissue on the side.

Which was weird, I slowly took it, along with the tissue and made my way out, ignoring her 'Have a good day.'

Just as felt the heat of New York.

I noticed something on the tissue, When I looked closely. I saw something written on it.
with a number on it. I didn't even look any further.

I sighed, does no one get a hint these days?
I wanted to leave, but fuck it.

I re-entered the coffee shop, and the bells jingled. Making my presence known.

I made my way to the desk, slapping the tissue on the counter.

"Hey, I think this is yours," I said, 
"It's for you," she said, giving me a sly smile.

"And I am not interested," I said, not knowing what to say.

I left the coffee shop, and this time I made my way straight to her place.

--

I entered the already unlocked door.

And as I looked around, I saw no change.
Making my way to the bedroom, I saw her still sleeping on the bed.

She was shining like an angel; the sunlight reflected perfectly off her body.

Brown people do glow in the sunlight.

"Good morning," she said, in a muffled voice.
She rose from the bed and looked back at me, 

And I almost fell to my knees.
My heart, it beat faster.

I tried to breathe.
Which happens regularly nowadays.

She was fucking beautiful, no matter how many adjectives I put. They weren't enough.

She was eternal.
And every time I looked at her, she was prettier.

"Are you just going to stand there?" She asked, I shook my head no. And finally gave her coffee and food.

It had been a week since I was here.

And it had been the best week in a very long time.

We learned to put the bigger conversation aside and just catch up.
But I was starting to worry now.

I was still on my toes with her.
I didn't take her out much. Only at night, so we wouldn't be spotted.

I couldn't put it down now.

I have been ignoring 09's calls since yesterday.
I got a text today, to meet him at the CP tower today.

And I knew if I said no, I would be in trouble.

"What's on your mind," she asked, 
I finally focused on her, like I should.

"Nothing, it's just," I paused, contemplating if I should tell her.

"What?" She said, worried now, she came closer as if it was a secret.

"I have a.. friend.
Who works for the Genovese.
He has been helping me. And he's called me today at Central Park," I said,

She furrowed her brows, thinking.
"Do you think it's a threa-" I cut her off.
"No, no. He would never do that," I said, not even believing my own words.