Lorina re-read the message on her phone screen. You should stay out of it. Another vote confidence from one of the few friends she had from back home, though friend might be the wrong word of what they were. More like a contact. Yes, Lorina, had a bad track record, but it didn’t mean she was going to fuck up this investigation. She was a good journalist. She wouldn’t necessarily fuck up. In fact, if she could find information before anyone else, this might be her ticket out of Sunnyvale. “Fuck off.” She puffed, and then realized she’d been too distracted to realize there was someone sitting next to her. “Shit, I’m sorry. I was talking to myself.”
charles was almost like a vip customer. he'd go to the bar for a few drinks until the owner or waitresses had to hail a cab to take him home. whiskey on the rocks, the usual. it was his dad's drink. brows lifted as he turned his head to the woman beside him. “ ouch. ” he nodded a few times. “ that was the fastest no i ever got. ” he took the crystal glass to his lips. emerald hues traveled from her features to her phone. “ trust me you don't look drunk enough to talk to yourself. ”
