master-marcoz
The noise of her current surroundings was drowned out by the buzzing thoughts, concerning stern business inside the confines of a busy mind. Hasted to the very core, focused on the bright screen of an old cell phone, caught in a gentle clutch. Jade hues examined a message of nine letters on the screen -- black on white. A code of sorts, next to a glass of old Scotch on ice. A single sip had been taken, stolen from the glass container, before it found its nest on a napkin with an amber circle on top once again. Legs crossed on the chair on the small table in a nook of the large room, where she had the perfect view on the door of the old bar, owned by one of her father’s friends.
Her phone’s screen died a brief death, and a momentary glance was stolen of the woman who just entered the scene. No doubt it was the one of the pictures of a dead man’s nonexistent phone and she stole nothing but a brief glance, before green eyes dropped to the tabletop, another sip of her drink taken.
