Okay. Don't act rash, don't think stupid; let her talk and then you can take the next step of approach. And by approach I mean the quickest means of death. So, she better have a pretty good explanation in the next seconds or she won't like the real me. Waiting for her to say something, anything. She didn’t, rather letting out a nervous laugh looking like a deer caught in headlights to which my frown deepens folding my arms across my chest.
"I came in for a vaca." Her eyes never meets mine, looking everywhere else but mine. Squinting my eyes further at her she begins to shuffle on her feet all tensed and s**t.
"With?" My eyes slyly search the entire block way for anything amiss. Drones, spycams, snipers on attack. I'm too open, I need to get out of here. My mind screams at me.
"Why are y
