Alexander
I don't believe in coincidences, much less… in people like Vanessa.
I place the glass on the bar; the ice clatters against the glass with a dry, repetitive… almost hypnotic sound. I've been here longer than I should be, but I'm not leaving. Not yet. My mind keeps returning to the same point, to her. To the way she looks at me, the way she speaks… as if she always knows more than she lets on. And that… I don't like it… Or maybe I do.
I exhale slowly, running a hand over my jaw.
"Interesting…" I murmur to myself.
Vanessa didn't appear by chance, that much is clear. No one returns a tissue days later… waiting outside a building… with the perfect excuse. That was planned, calculated. And the most unsettling thing… is that it didn't bother me. On the contrary.
I pick up t
