Old habits were hard to break.
♢ ——- There she was, yet again. The thought pounded against her skull; a recurring memory of a time once before. A time, once before, where everything had ended up twisted -- unfinished. Porcelain hands had a firm grasp on the item in her hand, the metallic smell reaching her nostrils. Had she been sweating so much that the pistol had begun to warp? It sure felt like it, and the stench only reassured that something was wrong. But she had to be on her game today. After all, another day, another dollar.
The only sound audible to her were her own footsteps as she approached the other, unable to acknowledge the rapid pace of her heart. Dammit Maemi, you've done this countless times before, why so clammy now?
A slender figure halted in front of the stranger, adding up to be the only two in the area. Perfect, no one would hear anything.
"A-ah! Excuse me, could you help me for a second?" That's right, take the bait. When the other came closer, she would just...