Zirri sat in a cafe as far as several hundred miles away from the Wylef and Yakir as she could get in 4 hours. She was starving and nursing her runaway hangover. She felt as though her stomach was trying to devour the rest of her insides and every move shot pain through her head. She wanted to rest. She wanted the nausea to stop. She needed a break to let her body recover from last night and all this fleeing she was doing was not helping her. She hadn’t seen Yakir which she was surprised seeing as she well knew how fast he could track her. She looked out the large window she was sitting by and the sun made her white pupils dilate. Did she want him to come after her?
She was a coward. She just ran. She was still drunk as she panicked and fled at 4 in the morning but then again even
