‘ so, what are you ? some kind of writer, detective, journalist –– give me an answer. ’
Her eyes followed the female throughout the night –– it may have been quite creepy to even think about it, but what was a P.I supposed to do ? it was just as if they were a stalker, nevertheless, her job consisted of keeping clients with UPDATES on missions they’ve asked her to engage ; and once Jessica has accepted, the agreement does not end until she satisfies a costumer ( it was their loss if they haven’t gotten what they wanted. She couldn’t care less of those who come to her, unless that person was a friend, a love, a special person to whom AN AGENT suggested. )
And thus, she glances over the female beside her as blaring music comes into the background and ALCOHOLIC scent runs through her nose –––– luckily for her, she was USED to it, it helped her through tough days - tough nights, to its limit. And that certain female was the ONLY ONE who could help her, hence her INTRIGUE to the female.