Effie crossed the dark streets, paying close attention to the dimly lit windows and cars passing. And, of course, to the people around her. There was too much to lose if she were stupid enough to get caught by the police, or even worse, by any of her enemies.
She tugged her YSL men's hoodie a bit closer, ducked her head a bit more, and put her hands in her pockets. Despite it making her look more suspicious than the initial stance, she'd rather lose her obscure posture than get her face recognized.
She sighed, her breath creating a small cloud in the air. She'd never admit it aloud, but she was a bit nervous. and not just because of the anxiety of getting caught by the police.
Effie retraced the steps she had memorized after many years, and finally recognizing the street that was home to the place she dreaded going every other month on the third sunday, she slowed her pace.
Her life in France would've actually been nice, she realized, if she didn't always have to be hiding. If she'd actually lived a normal life. If she didn't have a job that she was ashamed of.
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Randomand everything about her had contradiction- her closed up, hatred of the spotlight, to her bright, bubblegum pink, attention-seeking, cotton candy coloured hair. © two thousand fourteen - fifteen mintgrl
