It was supposed to another sweet evening spent with my nana. Supposed to. But life has a nasty way of surprising you.
We watched soaps on the television, munching on cookie dough. Like any other typical evening, when I saw the black car, from a thin opening in the beige curtain.
The car pulled up in front of our garden, hiding in the dark.
A man stepped out from the back seat. He wore a black suit, hair neatly gelled back. He started to walk towards the door.
"Nana? Are you expecting someone?" I asked my head whipping towards her. My nana didn't open her eyes. For a moment, my stomach dropped but then I heard her soft snores filling the room. A chunck cookie dough was sticking on her chin, remote control still in her hand.
"Probably" I whispered to myself and got up from the warm leather couch. I quickly shut off the TV and hurried to the door. My white frock flowing in waves behind me.
I swung open the door before the bell could wake nana up. The man in black suit, stood there.
I could only make out the tall silhouette of the man from the light coming from the porch. And the other two, who stood behind him.
They looked shocked to see me without knocking, almost skeptical. Wired.
"I saw the car pull up, so I came out" I said. My voice was naturally soft and lacked any intimidation. It relaxed them a little. So I continued. "I didn't know my grandma was expecting visitors today. She might have forgotten to tell me" I think she told me someone would be coming today this morning. It was blur in my memory but I think she did tell me about a visitor coming. I gave them a welcoming smile. He must be the friend, nana was talking about yesterday night, I thought, getting surer by the minute he is the expected guest.
"What might be your name may I ask?" My asked.
"I'm Dominic Cruz. I....was... My grandfather was a friend of your grandmother. He talked fondly of her." He continued. "I was in town, so I decided to come meet his old friend" his voice was deep, curt and soothing to ears, and had a ghost of a smile, etched on his face.
"Yeah. I think she forgot to tell me."
The man in front of me nodded. In the dark I couldn't make out their expressions but I think I saw surprise on their faces. But, nevertheless, they walked in, following my lead.
"Coats?" I asked the man. He took off his coat and handed it to me. I hung it on one of the knobs. As I went to shut the door, I saw the two men walking back to the car, just when a chilling breeze swooped in sending shivers down my spine. I closed the door.
"Won't your friends join you here? It is wicked cold outside"
"Nah, they'll be fine" he said.
I lead him down the hallway as the wood creaked under our feet.
He sat down in the living room as. I went in the kitchen area. Our house, though cozy, was a small one. The living room was attached with the kitchen. But it was homely and warm, soothing anyone who entered.
"Do you want tea or coffee?"
"Tea, please"
Dominic's eyes lingered on me, as I worked.
"So, what brings you to this little town?" I asked, as I poured water into the kettle.
"Just some business." He didn't want to talk about it. I got the hint.
"Well. My grandma is asleep. I shouldn't wake her up, she is diagnosed with insomnia." I continued, hoping he would not get offended. "She needs these naps. I'm sorry, but I hope you understand"
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When The City Sleeps
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