?E Bloxham St, Tallahassee.?
It was already nightfall when Hera’s black-tinted glass Limousine pulled in front of Raymond’s apartment complex. She wrestled with her phone’s button as she tried to speed dial Raymond’s number.
When the call went through she ordered him to hasten downstairs within five minutes with a hoarse voice. She clamped on her cashmere coat tightly around her while peeking outside through the window.
Each tap of her foot on the floorboard indicates each second that passes. When Hera gives Raymond such orders, she either bites her lip as a way to count the time or taps her foot, or drums her fingers.
It was on the fifteenth tap of her foot did Raymond flap the door open and squeezed inside. He sat across from Hera and looked at her from his lashes. Raymond sprinkled
