Alfaro's Hitman

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                                                chapter two.  hope you enjoy it. 

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Verona grabbed her suitcases from baggage pick up and sighed. She looked around at all the restaurants and little shops inside LAX Airport. "Wow, this is so cool. I think they'll pick me up a little later anyway since my plane landed a lot earlier, so I might as well do a lil' bit of shopping." She thought to herself as she glanced at the store that read Rip N' Dip in big blue glowing letters. 

As she walked inside, she was hit with the inviting vibe of the shop. There were cool decals plastered to the walls and clothing racks everywhere, filled with comfortable and vibrant clothing. She picked up a hoodie that caught her eye, "WOW what the fuck! It's so vibrant, I totally have t-  ~*THUMP*~ 

"Ouch, fuck that hurt like a bitch", she muttered. She turned around to see a really attractive guy. He looked at her with shocked and innocent blue eyes, radiating like sapphires. 

"I'm so sorry, are you okay, I didn't even see you! ", he pleaded as he held his hands out in surrender and then moved to scratch the back of his neck. He was obviously nervous. Cute. 

 "No, it's okay- aha." She said as she picked up the hoodie that fell from her hands. When she looked back up she examined him a lot more thoroughly. He had gorgeous dirty blonde hair and a haircut like young Leonardo DiCaprio. He wore a black hoodie and sweats, comfy wear. His wrists had bead bracelets, she really needed some of those, they were so cute. "Holy fuck he's fine as fu-"

"Are you checking me out or something?" he questioned, bringing her examination to a halt, and he let out a hearty deep laugh. "Oh my god no- I'm sorry", Verona muttered as she couldn't find the words to describe how embarrassed she was. "God someone fucking run me over already!" she shouted inside her head as she blushed a deep crimson."If you want my number, you can just ask, girl." he smirked, "I work here anyway, so it won't be very hard to find me.." he smiled as he brushed the back of his neck. "God what the fuck do I even say...y'know what fuck it I'm going in for the kill.". 

She took a deep breath "... Yeah I mean you just made my job a lot easier, so hand it over sir.", she blurted out. 

"FUCK! Did I come off too strong? Confident. Shit, I should just.. fuck.. UGHH!", her whole head was a scattered abyss at this point. Instead, he said " Oooh, a little feisty now aren't we. Gimme that phone then, cutie." She blushed brighter than a cherry as she giggled and handed her phone. He typed his number into her contacts as she rocked on her heels.

She glanced at her watch quickly. 11:45 AM. The mafia would be waiting for her arrival in exactly 20 minutes. 

The guy handed back her phone and gave a shy smile. "Well, I gotta get going. But, call me sometime!", he said as he started to fold a stack of loose t-shirts with the logo of the company on it. " Sure, I totally will. I gotta go, I have to go catch up with some friends of mine. Have a nice day!", said as she smiled in his direction and hastily walked away, but she was brought to a stop.

"Wait.", he said as he held onto her wrist, sending shivers throughout her whole body. 

She turned around slowly and caught his eye, unable to pry away from his cold gaze. The silence between them as they held eye contact made her heart rate quicken and she felt like she couldn't breathe.