*Theo*
The air hangs heavy and sweet with the scent of hibiscus and salt as we walk through he Streets of Cozumel. Sawyer’s already complaining, her voice a low hum of discontent that somehow manages to be both irritating and endearing. "They're everywhere, Theo. I swear, I can feel their eyes on me even now."
I chuckle, pulling her closer as we stroll along the brightly colored streets. The festive decorations, incongruous against the backdrop of our current situation, are almost comical. It’s December 23rd, and the Christmas spirit clashes sharply with the underlying tension. "Relax, darling. They're professionals. They're supposed to have their eyes on you. You're just feeling slightly paranoid… They are very professional."
She rolls her eyes, but a ghost of a smile plays on her li
