LUCIAN was sitting in his car staring blankly into the parking lot. Still annoyed at what Latton did to him. He sneered to himself. He lit a cigar and started the car engine when suddenly his phone rang. He didn’t check who it was but had an idea. It became a norm for Malena to call him after work hours. He answered the phone in a sweet but detached tone, “Hi, babe. Do you have any particular cravings today?”
The other line was silent.
“Hello, Malena?”
She sighs deeply then says with a hint of sorrow in her voice, “I’m not babe. It’s just me. Latton.”
His eyes widen, and then immediately double-checks his phone. “Hey.”
“D..o.. do you want to go out for a drink?” She asks, her voice is low, almost whispering.
“Sure.” He responded with a smile on his lips.
“Pick me up on 5th Avenue?”
