CHAPTER TWO — ( meeting you at first may have been an accident but meeting you a second time, now that's just fate. )
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six days later.
THE CONTINENTAL New York City
Diana Anderson didn't know what it was—his dark eyes, his scars, or just who he was notoriously known as—but her mind wouldn't waver from that of John Wick. She found herself thinking about him, wanting to know more and more about who he was, what he was capable of and perhaps learn from him. It wasn't something she was used to thinking. All the other hitmen Diana had met had been hit and misses, men just thinking they were superior to her in every way possible. But there was something different about John Wick, and she had only ever had one simple conversation with him that lasted a total of sixty seconds.
Diana Anderson sat at the vanity placed in her room at the Continental, leaning back in a chair and tapping away on her phone. She wasn't currently assigned to a contract, and whenever one did pop up, she found it wasn't of any use to her time. So she tapped away on her phone, her mind drifting off to the same person her mind would nonstop be thinking about all over again. Diana contacted a couple of people she knew, trying to get intel of the Baba Yaga. Of course, she had heard of the legends surrounding the infamous man (as had every other hitman). How he took out three men at once with a single pencil, and how he attained his nickname. But she didn't know him, and for some reason, she was eager to find out.
Unbeknownst to Diana, that very man she was researching was researching about her as well. Wanting to know why they called her what they called her. Looking at videos of her fighting style, her seducing style. She was impressive, John thought as he watched a video of Diana at a bar talking to three men before effortlessly and smoothly taking them all out with a glass of champagne never leaving her grasp and all it's contents inside. She then skulled down the rest of the drink before stepping over their bodies and exiting the room. Diana was stunned as she watched a video of John Wick take out three men in a bar with just a single pencil and not a single wound piercing his skin. She leant back in her chair, a slight hum escaping her lips until she realised the time and saw that it was night. Knowing that she had nothing planned and better to do, Diana stood up and headed towards the door, deciding to go downstairs to the club to have a somewhat decent night (and perhaps seduce someone to make her night even better).
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Diana walked into the Continetal's club room, hearing the music blast overhead and feeling her heart thump just a tad louder. She caught the gazes of several men, all of them immediately ignoring the women they were dancing with to watch the goddess of a woman glide through the room. She glanced over the dance floor, her eyes scanning all of the individuals dancing and sitting in booths around the floor before they landed on the hotels owner, Winston. He, also, noticed her presence, and raised his glass of whiskey up at the woman. She gave the man a small smirk and lightly nodded her head before walking over towards the bar to get herself a drink.
