I stirred my cup of coffee, glancing at the hoodied figure before me without a single care in the world.
She fiddled with her hands, clearly feeling anxious as her eyes darted around frantically. She parted her lips trying to say something but no words escaped.
"Why did you call me here?."
I picked up my cup, taking a small sip. We were at a diner, with people clustered around in their tables, making orders and having few discussions. It wasn't loud enough to drown out the sounds of our conversations, just muffles, more like a background sound.
"The event of last night has been fermenting on the internet for some time. Irina seems to be suffering some backlash", she grinned, somewhat feeling pleased with herself as she toyed with her tea cup.
"Not for long....", i cut off her nex
